“Closets are a big deal inside a house, but also metaphorically. One can be in the closet, or come out of it, for example, But they are also places of safety and joy for small children, or where a monster is lurking, depending on…

Well, if I complete this poem, I’m half way there – I can do this – I can get this out and successfully. There is no real and actual prompt here – but at the same time – I’ve been doing these cute collages between…

Some days, I wish I could end my life. Some days, I wish I were alive. Some days I am just tired. Today, I’m full of hope. Tomorrow I’m off To live a little; To be happy. Yeah, yeah. Bye.

I read about a call for poems about World Food Day with inspiring, forward-looking messages against hunger. You can read more about it on Laura Shoven’s blog if you are interested. I’m drafting a poem here for the Poetry Marathon. Quivering, savage, ravaging pain Intolerable,…

As much as I like the image, I went with the text prompt for my final poem of this year’s half-marathon. Thirty years ago this summertime I was watching Total Recall on laserdisc while eating some Snickers ice cream bars after coming back from Shibuya…

Assume the dream! Wake up! Question vivid detail! And when perhaps something more just happens in our lives, we have experienced such a time that most, or perhaps only some of us will wonder if it was so. I, at the last decades of my…

Another galaxy, another time. Long live the Alliance. 1/2 marathon poem #12 In another galaxy We’d be rebels In another time We’d all revolt In another place We’d carry lightsabers In another time We’d fight for truth But for now together We’ll do it with…

Paris me manque. I write in my book. Dreams of France, past journeys and new adventures. Scanning the pages of words written so long ago. Collected memories of old love made new again. Have I not sought you out again? Looked to you for advice…

Death be common for the rat in the trap. Death be common for the soldier with a broken bootstrap. Death be common for predator and prey. Death be common in a world of decay.   The price of your life is not without a tag,…

Last one! The prompt for hour 12 is to (1) grab a book at random off the shelf; (2) read the first line of the book, and the last line; (3) pick one; and (4) use every single word in a poem. The book I…