Beliefs My Monstera Adansonii leaves Have large gaping holes Where light breaks through on the other side. Leaves with windows she said. If you peer through them you can see The soul of the world outside. Sometimes you can see the world Beyond. That’s why…
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Light up the dark
We built the treehouse up in the old hickory tree we would sleep up there to escape the heat from the little cottage our grandfather built back when he was young and strong and not hunched over with age. At night, we would watch the…
Skay Hour 9
An exhausted afternoon sun strikes lethargy In a stifling thick air of the summer cottage A tired fan groans as it makes yet another Circle midair in the dense heat. Fumes rise from the bottle of need Putrid, rancid, and plain old strange My head…
Skay Hour 8
Loves sugar, also loves salt A special dichotomy exists In a wild flutter of heartbeat An unsettled unrest A frenzy to pump A drive for life Yet a calm underlying thought Says all is well because life is. The calm of the river over a…
Hour 8, Prompt 8 – Emoji Poem
Tiger, tiger, fire blast! Pine tree, milky way, tree pine Where is the ghost hand that I saw Hands up, shout! There is no escape.
Idyllic
Sun filters through the curtains, a soft glow casts its light A promising appearance as the aroma of coffee from the cup lovingly left on the bedside table next to a book full of dreams
Ceci n’est pas une parapluie
Magritte whispers, “Those are not umbrellas.” He is right, of course. Those are souls that have been liberated from the confines of hallways and corners. No longer tethered to a human hand, up high they can see much farther than they did before. …
A letter to my past
You said that you wished we were real but we were, don’t you see? If we were not real, why does it hurt so? I don’t need to pinch myself to feel the pain to know that we were real. Two years and I still…
Skay Hour 7
Season of the Grape You swagger and return a blank smile To my conversation All my words have washed off you I read your face. I see the signs. I raise my own glass to my lips. Burgundy of the drink turns brown Blood…
Prophylaxis
There’s an invisible enemy hanging in the air some say it’s from Wuhan in China, over there. It doesn’t really matter now. They say it’s here to stay. Wear a mask. Wear a mask. Wear a mask. Some folks have conjured up stories, …