Les oiseaux étrangers    They say and who are they the wise who know so much about us? that where you live at eight years is always home. Maybe that is true for more than me: my home moored to an unfixed object floating through…

For Hour 6, I used both text and visual prompts. Wipe clean a spot on the foggy window to see what the morning has brought Ignore the treacly soundtrack leaking from the headphones of the person in the next seat I hear there’s a park…

A time Capsule- Poem 5   A living memory to carry on When I am gone beyond A life jacket to save me When I fly and am no more Horse carriage and treasures   A memory of my likes and dislikes My ceremony of…

My Hour 5 poem uses both text and image prompts. The time capsule is an old standby in the popular imagination— a hunt for buried treasure a promise of revisiting innocence an antidote to the popular complaint The time capsule is an ever-evolving proposition in…

For Hour 4, I used both the text and visual prompts. The first line of this poem comes from the last line of the 1984 English translation (by Michael Henry Heim) of Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being. The strains of the piano and…

The burning Forest -Poem 4   Dear Amazon,   The amazon is on fire – world is on captor The California fires -fire brigade protector Animals of fire -the woman the saviour House and families on fire- victor   Save our trees for paper Plant…

hawk and mice   my brain relentless circling like a hawk preying small thoughts flee down holes   flee like mice down holes while hawk watches patiently certain of his prey   I too flee like mice trembling before the fear hawk its beak rapier…

Ode to Freelancer-Poem 3   The bridge with views The river overlooking the green The woodlands on the river screen The green on the walk offscreen   The Bridge with views Photography her passion Vacation her progression The rock her disillusion   The Bridge with…

For Hour 3, I used both text and visual prompts. I’d recognize that bridge anywhere I don’t remember where it is but it’s the one they always show whenever they talk about that park I’d recognize that bridge anywhere I don’t remember where it is…

Real   Science says other people see with their eyes closed. Remember Grandma’s house with the paint peeling. See the green shingles. See the stump of the tree (apricot) she planted when I was born. I only see in dreams.   Sometimes I can hear,…