Bless her heart I keep telling myself I can’t save everybody When I scolded her eight year old cousin for preparing to eat a pile of Oreo cookies without permission she cut her 17 year old eyes downward as if she wasn’t going to get…

Lady in the waiting room Vermillion smeared on forehead. Sandal paste on her neck Hands buried in beads Fumbling fingers moving The mouth chanting a prayer As her mother’s tired eyes wait Her hand clinging to her colostomy bag Patiently, just as the doctor said….

Standing at the edge of the cliff, there is not a single line in sight to say where the sky meets green earth. The yellow sun dazzles somewhere and I see the beautiful yellow roses wobble and dance to the beat of the wind. I…

Summer of broken rules smashing glass and jumping in pools no matter which backyard you choose eating from fridges, cooking on stoves blindfold pinning a map to see where to go.   Singing in concert halls too good for you never once worried you’re out of…

The body falls again as you try to hold it up You put your ears to the chest and when you hear nothing, I see it- The slow way your face scrunches in pain Then the tears roll down your face. We both saw the…

Prompt from 2016 Marathon: Write a poem that contains one or more of the following common phrases but uses them in a different context than they are usually used. Ideally you would use more than one of the phrases, or repeatedly use the same phrase….

I [redacted] tell you. What you [redacted] hear What you need [redacted] [Redacted} my dear I [redacted] tell you. Though [redacted] I fear The words [redacted]. Are just [redacted] my dear I [redacted] tell you. Hear [redacted] you must. They [redacted] say. [Redacted] words are…

Prompt Fourteen – Text Prompt Redacting is the act of censoring or obscuring part of a text. Sometimes it is done by the author themselves, and more often it is done by someone else. I want you to write a poem and then during or…

  Engifted with new technology, I wonder what’s left of our ideology, What remains from our imaginations, What hopes remains in our visions.   When answers automatically pop-up without a question, Will these still be important? What are the mysteries remains? Is there humanity left…

Hour 14 A Pop of Colors In the secret world of desert blooms you never know which year will have just the right amount of rain to blast color from sand. They say carpets of multicolored hues will spread over the land. You tread a…