it is an institution that has outlived our purposes possibly but we are dreamers, are we not? perhaps, though, we are ready to give up on the illusion that there is more than a middlin’ chance of survival, of true love, of a forever love,…

to care and love with open hearts to stay beside with open minds to love’s embrace we beckon on

Your challenge is to write a poem about the topic of marriage, without ever using the word marriage, and while also ideally avoiding the words spouse, husband, and wife. We started off with promise a love so deep it conflicted With every other chiding adult…

She’s got a heart of gold She also thinks pieces of rainbows fall from the sky on sunny days Her touch is a cotton sheet, her sight a floating swan, she hears as a smile sharing joy, tastes as one hungering for truth and smells…

Metaphorically speaking she is a couch potato with a heart of gold answering siren song of heart-tugging tear-jerking infomercial paeans to starving children abandoned pets endangered land forking over credit card access with every channel change racking up enough points to travel the world times…

Perhaps merely lonely The griefling sought out like Perhaps merely lonely They stole a yellow bike Perhaps merely lonely They hid in a dark alley Perhaps merely lonely They set a monster free Perhaps merely lonely The monster ran amok Perhaps merely lonely And by…

I wonder why we have such trouble letting Venice sink or abandoning New Orleans in the wake of Katrina with all the toxins embedded in the buildings and soil. We cannot right the axis of the earth, stop the ice caps from melting, clean the…

Twenty little poetry projects Is the prompt for hour three With images and metaphors This prompt is not for me Twenty lines that contradict The lines that came before One with “slang you’ve never heard of” Another showing less is more I sat and stared…

I was an ocean A roiling, boiling ocean that swallowed the entire world I wish I could say it was good, but it burned and scraped and choked Monuments caught in my throat Sickly rivers coated my stomach A mess of disgust, but nonetheless I…

They told me I was wasting time When I could just beg for change While I sat at the computer Writing poems for a page That had yet to exist, you see I’d not yet found the strength To give my writing to the world…