Iridescent, invisible strands of webbing are affixed to the taillight and bumper of the old car in the space next to mine. The round brown body of the small spider patrols the web looking for passengers or any others waiting for a ride.

It starts with the letter “A ” And sings like a bird I don’t know from whence it came but to follow it I went down Oops! I didn’t mean say,  “What the…..” l’ll turn around now and the other way walk.   Credit: Emily…

Write a poem about a spider. This poem should not rhyme.

Original line is from Howl, by Carl Ginsberg: “who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish” I cannot tell you how or who creates poetry out of the scribbled, mush-mashed ramblings told by all….

I see you, trios of service industry stars, you’re just waking up now, and your females hiding in their Jackie-O glasses, and your males, oh, you – look at you in someone’s grandpa’s sweater. and bespectacled and lean as Tom Joad…you remember buying Grapes of…

I remember when I first started reading your words. In your sharing I found that, I   Too~ admire, and wish That I Could also, imitate “Words I Wish I Wrote”  

When we took on the world it was just us two Hard to believe we’d trod so many roads Hard to believe that our paths have now diverged We had the perfect journey to believe in It started with sunlight so bright in lights of…

The prompt for hour eight is to write a golden shovel. Not familiar with the form? That is not surprising, it was created in 2010 by the poet Terrance Hayes in his poem The Golden Shovel. It is pretty simple though. First you take a…

My baby girl, full of Grace strong, beautiful, radiant. Seeing past the pain until it overwhelms and engulfs once more. My baby girl, full of Grace, trying to breathe trying to calm until she can rest, but not progress. My baby girl, full of Grace…

Gut wrenching Darkness speaks Inner thoughts Running deep To my disbelief! It happened! Did I clearly see? Walking at daybreak Stomach turning vision Right in front of me Stillness and fear stayed me Then I died