There was a point in time When I used to despise myself Much to my own undoing I stripped away layers Unveiling my true self Assuming that I was loved for just that But who I was inside was never quite enough Concealed by the…

My Hour 5 poem uses both text and image prompts. The time capsule is an old standby in the popular imagination— a hunt for buried treasure a promise of revisiting innocence an antidote to the popular complaint The time capsule is an ever-evolving proposition in…

He takes my ores Smelts them within The blast furnace of my core The rod reddened from The heat of fever dreams Quenching the tip In the expanse of my waters Enclosed within his earth. Boiling over to subside to warmth. How love changes From…

For Hour 4, I used both the text and visual prompts. The first line of this poem comes from the last line of the 1984 English translation (by Michael Henry Heim) of Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being. The strains of the piano and…

Sometimes, I pretend to still be sleeping. Eyes unopened, Still wrapped around her.   I revel in the snores Even when they’re deafening. The warmth of my bare chest Pressed against her bare back. Her hair tangled in my septum piercing.   Not daring to…

Heart clambers flights of steps Touring empty hallways Between each chamber in The enigmatic maze that is you. Within, I had once lost sense of direction, Curling around the flitting green foliage Only to happen upon another stalemate My stride to pursue trips On overturned…

And the rain the rain pouring down so hard so hard Wash it all away all away   The betrayal betrayal And the rain the rain Promises loving care rebirth rebirth Forests bloom and flourish bloom and flourish   Promises kept promises kept Deserts dry and acrid No…

For Hour 3, I used both text and visual prompts. I’d recognize that bridge anywhere I don’t remember where it is but it’s the one they always show whenever they talk about that park I’d recognize that bridge anywhere I don’t remember where it is…

We have a chronic case of Right place, wrong time. Spending 12 years just missing each other. Just missing each other at the store, The bars downtown, The bed we used to share. Holding tight to the two years we got together.   I get…

I stuck with the text prompt for Hour 2.  Coffee and change Used to be a bit of spare change might buy a cup of coffee or two (with enough left over to leave a tip on the counter) Just enough to wake you up…