The sky darkens, thunder claps, Eyes glares, words are sharp; There is tension in the air.   Gasping for breath in the ocean seems comfortable, Lying in a pool of blood in the highway seems secure, Struggling dangling from the ceiling seems enjoyable, Choking with…

look towards the future some days time ticks down to an end other days the clocks are broken no end in sight

2022 prompt/hour 9: “strawberries”   Spilling from the car Shaking off the tiredness from the trip Shaking off almost as much sand from the beach visit to Kings’ We are here! The strawberry farm – a local institution Any trip to the farm needs: 1…

2022 prompt/hour 8: “buttons” As a child I enjoyed visiting I enjoyed all the colours I enjoyed all the sounds The flash of the metal as it shuttled by The soft sway of fabrics The many coloured bits and bobs that all rattled differently I…

23:55; all is silent — all is dark as right before the deepest hour of the night sky, the stars are sent to bed and clouds take their places. It shall rain tonight again.  

Everything is interconnected. If I lived under this principle, letting you go would be impossible. The perceived inadequacies and unveiling of one’s true colors. Once vibrant and alive as the sweetest juices fell from my lips. Replaced with chronic fatigue, now stagnant and somber. Dried…

2022 prompt/hour 7: “Don’t call me inspiring” People sometimes tell me I’m inspiring People sometimes tell me I’m strong People who stay that are kind People who say that do not understand They seem to think it’s a certain kind of culturally acceptable praise They…

Playing Candyland in the Candy House One would think it was a Hansel and Gretal dream, if theirs hadn’t ended for the worse; The “healthy stuff” were fig newtons and graham crackers the large molasses cookies with sprinkled sugar on top came after spaghetti dinners…

In front of the fireplace with a book A warm blanket maybe a mug of tea Exhaustion overtakes quickly First behind the eyes Unfocusing from the words on the page The mind wandering, making stops to daydream Next it’s dinner time, the smell of food…

A waft of freshly baked pie is carried by the cool evening breeze… The autumn air turns a bit nippy as the sun sets, The farm dog lets out a howl just before it starts to get darker. Chickens clucks and gabbles about in their…