The Bop – Normal   Sleepless nights followed by long days inside all of the time not enough money and no time to work for it always busy, exhausted…   …this is just my normal life.   Pandemic, just another reason to stay inside is…

I opted for a different take on the text prompt. The question has been raised: N or Mal? Well, mal is bad— but then Mal can be a pal (ask the Beatles) getting the word out and getting things done and without it a polar…

I learned about an Elfchen poem from Donnetta Norris this past week. Here is one about walking from the last hour’s prompt. Stride to find all the hopes promised in arriving ready Strong

The Way (3:00 PM – Hour 7) ~ D², @d2poetry   The way my pulse changes picking up the pace hitting light speed causing thoughts to race ricocheting on the sides of my brain  vaporizing everything in it’s way where the oxygen lack stimulates my…

We’re here, but you’re not listening. You, the self-appointed, peer-appointed pukes whose voluminous barf gets washed by white gloved bankers. The barf accumulated in the trade of the diminutive. Little people. Little. People. We scream. We cry. And I, like a good little gadfly, tell…

Season Of The Stupid 1/2 marathon poem #7 Did they fall from the skies Or grow from the ground Seeded in ignorance Is where they are found Did they fall from the trees And dig in their roots Nourished in bullshit With bitter fruits Harvested…

Prompt 7, Hour 7 Write a poem titled Season of the (fill in the blank). The fill in the blank could be a reference, it could be an actual season, it could be something abstract, or concrete, anything you want. The key is to write…

When her friends stopped visiting,     When her family stopped calling.    When he went inside another woman— and she was still breastfeeding his baby.      When a wild dog kept breaking into the yard, stiff and growling,                                                                but no one came to help.   When the…

Hour 7 prompt: Write a poem titled Season of the (fill in the blank). Write a poem that matches or interacts with the title.

Dry flows need pumps digging deep to pools of untapped resources traveling tunnels of pressured air creating unproductive barriers teased with remote promise opening up abundant flows