Hour 11: Exploring Wonder – I have no idea what I planned when I was writing out these prompts – it made sense for linear progression at the time, but I have no idea what I was doing there or how this was the right…

Hour 10: Away with the butterflies   We used to go to the art gallery with the gorgeous garden and all the famous to us statues to watch the frogs, listen to the birds, and cover ourselves in sharpie poetry –   We used to…

Hour 9: Nicknames Outlive You   It’s true you know – if you’re not careful the nicknames out live you the art changes the future   & the memories morph into beings of thier own with thoughts, beating hearts   &   an appetite for…

Hour 8: Crumpled Pages The pages have been crumpled, kicked, forgotten – maybe a few have even been burned alongside the blankets tha tliving in a desert deems “unnecessary”.   We could spread them out and create maps – pick anywhere else in the world and…

I have been haunted by things/ I did not do/ but should have/ I was plagued by/chamomile/ the very thing/ I was promised/ could heal me/ and I have been tortured by potential.// The pastel ghosts/ came from me/ trying to give a face/ to…

A swing in yellow A field behind Always reminds me of summers past And how the winter comes on so fast The warm summer sun replaced by Brisk autumn breezes Soon replaced by frozen winter rain  

It’s the time of year where the ghosts will begin haunting my hot tea and leaving the full glasses of orange juice            alone.   It’s time for lingering transition from lemonades and iced teas to apple ciders and salted caramels;…

The earth was flat when he last looked sitting at the kitchen table, concentrating hard, with wooden pieces strewn haphazardly across a red checked tablecloth.   Europe had disintegrated into pieces with eastern wars erupting; troubles breaking worlds apart flood and famine tornadoes, hurricanes, disease,…

Hour 3: Missing the Veranda   We still buy coffee from the green siren that bears the same name – but we live in a completely different place with an entirely new environment – we have a porch   but less of a view. We…

Hour One Boxed in on all sides wrapped in rush like present, waiting…always waiting… to be opened to move forward. Inching my way with the masses at my back other fellow travelers on this expanse of gravel and boiling pavement. Like worms burrowing through soil,…