Hour 11: Ursula

You stopped at every corner, off leash, and waited for a voice command to cross the street. Once, you taught a novice named Kali to do the same, in only five days of walking together. Always tolerant of cats, you had no patience for men…

prompt 11 dog

Finn Finn, the three legged fiend, Lost the fourth, Demanding with menace, By the railway line. It ended up in Cardiff, hanging From a dead fox’s fur, Which the nasty woman Never wore again. For that, we should be thankful. Finn did ok with the…

Moving (hour 12, 8:01pm)

I am stoked. I am a furnace fresh with wooden fuel. I am moving to my own tune, dancing with phantoms, and loving life. This is temporary, and the result of a liberal glass of red, luscious wine. When we find that house, I will…

Bubble and Whir (8:00 PM)

In the bubble and whir of white noise around us I heard your voice speaking to me. The rest of the world fell silent. I heard your voice and the percussive beat of our two hearts. The whole world softened and fell away to make…

lights, camera, action

she’s so glamorous! a gem, a bauble, a sparkly toy. her mouth is perfectly pink, rounded in all the right places, slightly puffed out and wanting to be kissed. her eyes; green, bright, dishonest, they’ve seen some things that weren’t as beautiful as she. hair…

#11 My Loyal Friend

You greet me whenever I come home Doing your bumble bee dance of hello You follow me around to keep me safe From unknown predators in the house When I settle down with tea and the paper You sleep nearby, always aware of me You…

simply moving

movement where something is pushing or pulling in every direction unto life yet yielding to what is truthful and undertaking for known encounter deep seeded treasures which can be denied upon looking up to the upscale or down-line living it is something to get out…

Broad

I wrote in here again… rained upon, shoulders broad and I’m stuck in my skin, aching, by weight on shoulders, they hurt, they are stiff, I can’t help it, it’s a natural reaction for me now, ease of the tension comes by breath, my breath…

Poem #9: In It

In It At the end of the end of those years, his story was not complete, though some would liked to believe he finished that book. She tried to create this world in order to change history but so much was fiction but she did…

Cherry Cola Girl

Sweetest chime Dance on wind Sing her homehome With song and grin   Blazing blue Miss her hard Help me fold The house of cards    

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