Writers are not born professionals, Their capability to struggle is vital. “Pen is mightier than sword”, Like playing with terrific words. Read between the lines, Until you turn nine.   There is the chaos in the crowd, As critics raise their voices aloud. Reading is…

“Stardust is made of cheese asleep in its own shoes,” my mind repeats, hoping for a little of each. Sleep first. That glorious time when movies and music play, and I, the star, am the hero hoping for a resolution. Then cheese, and showers, and…

This was my last dream of you and me. A bed in a field of flowers out of her sight, and away from him. Just you. Just me. Just a bed in a field of flowers. Just now I woke from a nap, and as…

Jack Rabbit swept up in my snare! Who knew they spoke and reasoned with such flair? In ancient British words he said “Dear lady, can we not be friends? We eat only a bit of the cabbage head.” “Oh, my gosh! I hear you speak!”…

“Between the woods and frozen lake” fire draws me to its glow. The moonless night, still and opaque, bears witness to lay low. There, in the distant trees I hear his voice, deep, rough, and hard. A melody of love and fear has caught me…

I carry my dreams Like oxygen cylinders On this one lifetime climb. Oh what a burden! Should I leave it here? It’d be easier.   No!   The air is thinning, The breaths are short, Heart beats sounding Like angry poundings on my front door,…

Ring ring ring In sleep’s warm arms I lay I hear thee not In sweet slumber soft But you ring ring ring While the Blackbirds sing Into the mellow morning mist Perched upon dew laden branches. I drift oblivious Like a babe rocking in a…

Starscapes Background on Mars is black. Stars bound. Gas sings in sibilant color; Red, yellow, blue, green, purple, orange. A heaven worth of Skittle’s. Heaven born rainbows, freed from Earth. Vast and breath catching, frozen in the shade, the universe encapsulates the planets. Comets sling…

Like a paper old cocoon I have bent back the husk of another year and scuffled it open,   and only time will say if it reveals a dream or a nightmare.   J. Pratt-Walter 6/22/2019

I sat on an old wishing chair A whining, rickety one at that I said, “To Paris, away with flair But it stood there looking like a doormat ” Fly”, I said, “or i’ll thrash you without care” “I must see Notre Dame and the…