Bless her heart I keep telling myself I can’t save everybody When I scolded her eight year old cousin for preparing to eat a pile of Oreo cookies without permission she cut her 17 year old eyes downward as if she wasn’t going to get…

Hour Thirteen (One Side of a Coin) 11:11 Cracking the shell of identity tiptoe down the minefield of popular opinion – to where even the waters of emotion are infiltrated by metallurgic constructs intended to eviscerate the existence of personal desire and choice. Mindful and…

I have from time to time misplaced my faith in searching I reflexively pat my pockets like making sure I leave home with wallet, keys not trivializing the nature of my faith reminiscent of school days searching lost and found box for missing mitten my…

  In the morning I will *redacted* *redacted* *redacted* *redacted* even though I am alone I will check with my elderly neighbor and see if she would like to *redacted* *redacted* even though she is alone In the morning I will remember when we were…

Prompt Fourteen – Text Prompt Redacting is the act of censoring or obscuring part of a text. Sometimes it is done by the author themselves, and more often it is done by someone else. I want you to write a poem and then during or…

Neptune September 1846 The home of possibly an ocean, but likely not A place where a day is only 16 hours but a trip takes 165 years if headed in a ellipse Where diamond rain may be an occurrence Icy crystals in a frozen tundra…

One of my high school students wrote an essay about her older, in college sister extolling the virtues of her sibling role model she proclaimed the ‘most important’ aspect of positive modeling was her sister’s adherence to ethics that boosted her ‘self of steam’ Reading…

Would you like to give your time? I do not like it, Dexta-I-fear. I do not like to volunteer. Would you like to volunteer here or there? I would not like to here or there. I would not like to anywhere. I do not like…

Prompt Thirteen – Text Prompt Describe your profession through a funny/humorous poem.   Aye, Write!   A Fighter? No no, a writer. I write. You what? I write, you know? Words? Pens? Paper? Well, I never. You write for a living? Not much of a…

Black and White with a Touch of Gray Crystal clear and black and white Things seem so cut and dry And yet, sometimes that is not quite The case before one’s eyes More times than not, a touch of gray Is accurate to view As…