After reflecting on a day of pain, I seek to find my self again. Calm waters soothe my weary mind and carry me away. I drift away in timeless peace I close my eyes and breathe release. I carry home a hope within. I’m feeling…

I am sorry that I let you go. I was young and didn’t know. That the way you loved was free and rare. I loved you back but couldn’t dare to face the scorn and ridicule the kids at school can be so cruel. And…

Love bench What a lovely summer evening We took our usual walk up the hill round the pub At the corner The roundabout around on the way to the farm The park bench awaits us each time we walk past On this evening our 10th…

The thunder claps did not bother, the pouring rain could not dampen our spirits as we frolicked on our first weekend as newlyweds we’ve come here before with the children and didn’t we tear our hair pandering to their every need now it’s different we’re…

Hour 7, Prompt 7 (10th non-selfie phone pic)   Bird Treats (a haiku) green’ry pink orchids flaxen millet plucked from sprays on lychees and kale

Listen for us in the wind and know that we are coming Armed with nothing left to loose we will not give quarter The time for violence is here let your heart be afraid at our coming Tomorrow I will wash my hands of you…

absences Beloved brother i remember  i. spending endless hours trying to teach “I love you” in Russian: Ya lyublyu tebya without success if only I’d tried Yellow blue tibia I might’ve succeeded ii. walking round the cathedral after midnight in mist looking for the cross…

Hour 6, Prompt 6 (a letter from someone who left me)   Gotta Block You   Thanks for voting for me in the vocal competition. Thanks for sharing the link to buy tickets to my play—it went over great for an all-female cast in a…

A hardback copy of the book we wrote stares at me from the oak bookshelf I salvaged from the dumpster fire. the sunflower next to it taunts me with its false cheer that belies a secret darkness. Still I approach, wineglass in one hand, the…

Hour 5, Prompt 5 Space, oak, knitting, sunflower, hardback     No Space Between Us (a poem from Onweald)   The thick oak planks beneath my feet are smoothed, so polished with resin, that they speak to foundational strength and planning put into motion ages…