The image is a swirl of pinks and peaches, fractals, foxing the brain, colluding against the senses. The exotic flower cushioned around a long black anther is a flamingo momentarily.  

You’ve come to me in a dream again. This time it’s exactly a year since you left us, after fist fighting with death until there was no fight left. Now here you are- radiant and giddy, “Fine as frog’s hair,” unencumbered by aging or illness……

Prompt from BlueJay Prompt Journal: What never mattered, anyway? Prompt 17: Somewhere in northern lousiana but farther south than I’m willing to admit –   there’s a house with a dusty rose bar stool that has had four dozen poems written about it and a…

(for hour 17)     Balancing   A kind woman in my MeWe homesteading group said, “I don’t have to pull all the weeds, just the weed in front of me.” Her words in reverse on a black computer monitor resonated deeply within me, vibrating…

He read the whole plan in a book He intended to ease himself into the water at midnight No one would know or blame themselves They would spend time looking but the plan was perfection marked with science, enzymes and bacteria He loved readying the…

Closet full of CDs broken jewelry pieces old clocks radios flip phones paint and glitter waiting to be reborn as the most fabulous wind-chimes and Tchotchkes Gift shopping dilemma solved If I could just find my glue gun

You try and try to stay alive! But, none can beat the sun. Just lay a strip for miles and miles In stone we’ve laid before. Some brilliant child of how’s and why’s Will know how to explore. It’s up to us to educate And…

I told the eight year-old to save the document using the square in the corner. She asked, “The camera?” I said no.   It was once called a floppy disk, but don’t worry about that now. Now, it is just a square. She asked again:…

Soaring high in the big blue sky You smelled like adventure with a quiet smile and aviator glasses We all waited and anticipated Eagerly awaiting Tales of travel and mystery One day you never made it home Nothing was returned I will never trust airplanes

I ask myself Where would we run to? A foreign country. A place across the pond. Start a new life, with new names. Would we miss the old one too much? The friends and family left behind. Memories from a years long ago. What would…