I am the beads of sweat Trickling from my scalp To the puddle forming Under my feet. (I am not my feet.) My hand-me-down sneakers Accuse my legs Of that I am guilty of; (I am not my guilt.) That the sun Towards which I…

I am Such a strange phrase— two words, three letters They do not look like much but have much to say I am A declaration of existence often modified to suit I am An affirmative reply to questions of behaviour I am An admission of…

It’s dark And though the sounds are dense, I hear so clearly It’s cold And though I can hardly move, my mind moves freely It’s a world away from what I’ve ever known And submerged inside this world I’m all alone And you cannot hear…

Thousands upon thousands of you Swimming silver tornados around me I can’t count you but I can eat you I’m just a big dumb beast to you Slow and slumbering, floating by There for you to taunt and tease and poke and play. I’m bored…

In such a narrow margin, close confined, Between the crushing depths and empty space. This thin, sustaining band where life can grow. How perilous existence is for fish. PROMPT: Set underwater. FORM: Unrhymed blank verse.

Soft sad cries just beyond my bedroom door Her world may be ending, as I try to steal some more time, in the quiet cool darkness. I have no choice, pleading for my own sanity makes no impression. I relinquish and follow her down the…