Hour Nine Dansa form Think Twice before you burn the bridge or one must learn to swim in a stalemate none can win unless the slights one acknowledge for a new start to begin before you burn the bridge. Think Twice before you burn the…

what is love is it : racing across : a rapidly desertifying : landscape that once was : home to your species : home to your nation : just home : which now : contains : little more than drifting ghosts : to rescue a…

Love is the light that shines through the cracks, The touch of a hand, the flash of a glance It’s knowing that you’ve got their backs. Love needs no assurance except that it’s there The touch of a hand, the flash of a glance. The…

“What is Love” A Ninnette Love she asks will I find you, in others no, you must share with everyone for, that is  what I love

Prompt Ten – Text Prompt The first three words of your title should be “what is love”. That can be your whole title, in and of itself, probably followed by a question mark, or you can add more context onto the title before proceeding to the…

In the aftermath of an argument about nothing and everything. I wondered what is love if not the turning of perspective so that one sees clarity over confusion feels peace consume suffering sees the dark of fear dissipate in the light. What is love? Love…

Swallow tails Don’t need their tails They just use them to Escape the birds Oh shoot this is almost late. I’ll do it properly later

Hour Eight The devil nestles underneath car door handles flooding lungs and invading the bloodstream of society. The drivers fein placation with promises of Pleasure Island. Nostrils extend in deeply croaking breaths heavy-handed and grappling protests are caught in the throat as a scurry of…

Butterfly curses Can’t believe you deliberately chose beets That jacket doesn’t suit you, denim never does Why does my lip tremor when you speak Eyes that suck me in like mangrove mud Elbow made of electricity every time it brushes  Smile like a lightbulb going…

The smell of cinnamon takes me back to the baking day we had before you left. I climb atop an overturned 5-gallon bucket to reach the top shelf in the carport and the crate that holds your belongings. Tremors visit my hands as I don…