Childhood, In Three Pieces (Hour Twenty-Three)

Childhood, In Three Pieces   ONE I climbed out of bed and fumbled through the hallway to the bathroom, rubbing my sleepy eyes with my tiny fists, even though Momma had told me not to. I lifted the lid and lowered my Strawberry Shortcake Underoos…

Marco (prompt 26, Hour 21)

My cat crept into my heart on little fog feet. I saw him born, but he knew long before I did that we were meant for each other. Why shouldn’t cats know in the way humans know a relationship is lasting? He did. He showed…

#23 The Slow March of Time

But, of course, you know I miss you you can see me down below in an instant I am weepy just a moment left to go before all who stand above me and to all still in the show come together in my presence and…

Death Resists Metaphor

and proverb too, its walls unblemished by strikes that snuff the brightest stars. Pick one, toss it to the grieving. Study their faces for gratitude. Now picture this: You cradle your breathless child, kiss his face, surrender her to men in masks and gowns. Imagine…

Valley of Bones (Hour 11)

VALLEY OF BONES I have stood upon the mountain tops. I have rested upon the wings of soaring eagles, their feathers of silver and gold a celestial pillow. I have lain slain in the valley of bones, death more than a shadow – holding my…

Running Tears

Heavy hearts flooded in memories of your life rewinds back to how things were when you were lively and happy, enjoying the things that you love. Now, confined by a white sheeted bed, hooked up on monitors struggling to breathe as pain shock waves inside…

I Miss Our Talks

You have been gone almost six months And I find this unreal In that short time, you’ve missed so much I still struggle to heal I think of you each Sunday morning As I stop myself from calling The phone just rests there in my…

(Hour 15) 12.30pm-13.30pm. PROMPT, theme: “heart (no metaphors)”

AMI 2,775,398,465 2,775,398,466 2,775,398,467 2,775,398,468 2,775,398,469 it was on the two billion seventy hundred and seventy five million three hundred and ninety eight thousand four hundred and sixty ninth beat that the final piece of fatty material (possibly from yesterday’s cheeseburger & chips or the…

Poem 11

God spoke, but I did not hear Him, not then. Instead, I held you, propped in my arms while you slept deeply, slipping away. I watched the grey, heavy sky loom over the ocean. My heart felt heavier than the snow-laden clouds as my memories…

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