framed pastel mangoes farmers market in Hilo makes my mother proud  

I went to the gallery for a change of pace Tired of mundanity I came to this vestigial place Left over from a time where all who came Came verklempt And all the same they changed within Thanks to a small notion Perhaps the issue…

Write a poem from the point of view of yourself, ten years ago. I am so excited Life is gonna go my way First week is done already Next week is on its way And I think people really like me And like what I…

(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…

Tragedy always celebrated, In all forms of art, Pain glorified, Accepting with open arms. The fuel behind the artist, Bringing the art in them to life, Lives of real people, In exchange for the life of art. But what about the tortured, But still alive,…

Straight lines and precise curves, The intricate crosses in it, Not crossing in any other way, Not a scratch out of place. Blocks and shades, Within the lines, Out of the box, But still within the lines. Controlling every move I make, Making sure its…

Ah, New York! I know that bridge. I know that rock where he first kissed me. Not really… I made that up. But, I know that bridge. And, I know that rock. I know that beautiful bustling place where the muses live. I know the…

Injustice in America Form: The Bop Ann WJ White When a teen, I raised my fists against racism, violence; but for LBGTQ rights, women, elders, battered children, nature. I squeaked and squawked in righteous fury, pushed away, seated, a white bread girl against a tide…

It’s hard to say, when a Nobody speaks. Cause when a Nobody speaks, a Nobody hears. But a Nobody hears when a Somebody speaks. A Somebody’s a Nobody with masterful techniques.   It’s not about his color, her gender or their sneaks. It’s about remaining…

We’re a masterpiece, don’t you see? Just try to see what it means to be alive. Beating, singing, dancing to existence; Thinking, feeling, planning; This condition is persistent.   We’re a masterpiece, we’re a witness, an author and an actress. You identify what it means…