I don’t know why I said what I did. I wasn’t even thinking of how to cut you down.  What am I saying? Your indifference fuels me, forces me to sputter. Wound tight, like a brand-new rubber ball bouncing my mouth off, my words hitting…

Hour five poem, from the prompts:

I see through many other eyes And feelings share as though inside The heads and hearts of beasts and men I am when dreaming, now and then. I walked in Tudor times again As someone’s loyal and trusted friend. A family of monstrous men And…

Wednesday afternoon walking the few blocks down the hill with a dollar in my pocket past the Presbyterian church and neighboring houses through the vacant lot to get to the shortcut Sliding down the dirt embankment to the parking lot on Rainier Avenue I make…

The green fields I see out the window always remind me of earlier travels It doesn’t matter that I have not seen them before I think the color is enough to spark the memory Farmlands punctuated by electrical towers always let me know where I…

Captured memories Made-up moments Crafted and created For all to see A virtual world A bizarre parallel universe Who’s watching? taking notes? Making plans? Stolen times and places A puzzle of strangeness and happenstance Shut it down Shut it all down It matters not or…

Poem Five for the Hour Five he invented the pendulum of change welcomes each difference to create kaleidoscope of men’s healing grounds he is a matchstick lighting candles of small words of the small worlds he is a street corner of philosophy son of S.A.P.-Socrates,…