Moving On We will never see eye to eye Our differences too great It makes no sense to question why It would make us irate It may be sad; we may have tried But it’s just not worth our troubles We’re better off our separate…

Yes a storm is brewing – yeah there’s already one knocking on the doors and wrapping on the window panes –   I’m sure you’ve heard the warnings but in every Pandora’s box was all about hope not the monsters and I’d like to think…

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 grew up in a house where art and laughter were rationed and metered out and never supposed to be shared together. Art was a privilege and laughter was a reward of the highest order. Growing up paint splattered was never a lesson I  thought…

The boy who gave me cloth oragami hearts and engraved sheet music and silk black roses didn’t last though he put in all the right moves. He was here for the lesson that you should really appreciate what you’ve got while you have it.  …

By the time you reach the last page here what do you want to remember and who do you want to be because that’s the beauty of the Hummingbird Lounge – no one ever stays the same after a visit here. You are never alone…

Hour Twelve Pause and reflect for cause and effect. They ask me to wait as I watch the hands of a clock hold time more than I have been- no rush, just wait biding my time in the midst of rhyme They tell me, “Wait.”…

Hour Eleven How many grains of sand on a beach? How many minds can one teach? How many atoms make up this land? How often should each soul lend a hand? How many leaves fall in the autumn? How many have been beaten down by…

Hour 11: Exploring Wonder – I have no idea what I planned when I was writing out these prompts – it made sense for linear progression at the time, but I have no idea what I was doing there or how this was the right…

Hour Ten Kyrielle form Will you still say you love me when the fall of age when it begins and when my waist is out of place upon my features will you trace The outline of my eyes that look like jeweled sunflowers pressed in…