The words that don’t come together Smell like the freshly-baked buns That you can’t eat Because the scale glares back at you; The bread sits in the oven Like the Instagram coquette in the red skimpy boots, Her shiny skin on the golden sand, Captioning…

Eight a.m. Grey skies, cool breeze just light enough to avoid a “Quiche Lorraine” kind of day The birds are oblivious to such concerns tweeting, twittering, and chirping away as they do The sounds of the creek though muffled by the thicket of green along…

A perilous journey unfolds, when fish go fishing Elderfish gather at schools to share wise water wisdom Choose your morsels wisely, little fry and fingerling Watch your float and floundering And above all else, Beware the shiny shrimp dancing and dangling

So I go strolling And it isn’t very long before I find I’m in a place I don’t belong I wandered down this alley because I’d switched off all my thinking And now I’m here I understand that I’m figuratively sinking Why else would I…

Not him; he’s fat. And he puffs at the tiniest move. He buys shirts for a body not his; I see he’s in Alexander McQueen. So last year.   Not him; he’s trashed. And his eyes are the blackest of black. His thin body curves…

Compliments hang, speared On subtly barbed comments, Disguising deadly intent. Weave between the lines, Better to be a cold fish Than a terrible warning Prompt: Fishing Form: Sedoka

You haunt my future and sear my soul, with ominous unpleasant doings. I don’t want to acknowledge you But I fail to Ignore you Do I dig in and stay for the revolution? Or do I close my eyes and simply salt my wounds? The…