I might be insane, but the place I feel most at home is a world I made up over a couple decades of creative writing. Hmmm… (for hour 24—prompt: the place I feel most at home; here’s a poem from the history of Onweald)  …

Night Walking Part 2 (Flipside) In a rush I leave the house I don’t remember leaving Or why I was in a rush, I remember feeling too close, too trapped Needing to- the word is on the tip of my tongue I want to flee…

(for hour 23—a “hearing” prompt from hour 16…coz cheese is good, but I wasn’t feeling it)   What Are the Chances?   Amid a crowded amphitheater I become the only attendee The only fan For I close my eyes to the swell of the synthesizer…

(for hour 21—from the say “yes” prompt of hour 15)   I should have said yes   Anger I’d not seen that in my grandparents before Too young to understand toxins and kidney function It surprised me when Grandma snapped back at him Fussiness did…

(for hour 20—this is a blend! I wanted to do the 3-repeating-lines prompt from hour 3, so it’s mixed with the “walking at night” AND image prompts of hour 20…because typing poetry at this hour makes one giddy like that.)   Fetch Her the Star…

Every day Normal is made There is never any normal Except the new normal Anything else is nostalgia Caught up in our fears Of change and dreams of a past Perhaps a past that never was A past that only exists Behind rose tinted glass…

(for hour 19—the image prompt of Arcana’s shore for Onweald)   Arcana’s Protection   Arcana Scheld arrived with a high tide off the Meredore Spray from the ocean wet her face And misted her eyes a faerie gray Suitors flocked like seabirds Pecking at her…

I can’t breath For the gauze stuck in my lungs Inhaling streamers Exhaling tissues It comes out of me and hangs about my head and face Even if you can’t see me It’s a real miasma The coursers of ribbons Stuck around my face Get…

In winter I dream of frost On window panes Of sweaters and socks Mittens and knit hats I even; when it gets over 40 degrees Fantasize about snow Covering the streets In the winter I dream of swimming in the lakes Of the snow leaving…

(for hour 18—from the hour 11 image prompt)   Honeybees   Crafting questions to question my talent (or lack thereof) Vibrant colors could cover inadequacies in technique and mixing of medium   Buzzing bees bring a smile reminding me of dragonflies checking a child’s coloring…