I sit in my car at the intersection of Mitchell and Pine Smells of pizza fill the air. Seriously, WTF? On one side of the street pizza by the slice. A buck a slice. I’m so serious I want to swear right now. When school…
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Hour 22: who’s the monster
i watch you, hawk-eyed though it is you who’re preying on my misery i watch you when i turn this way or that somehow you’re always in my field of vision throwing your head back and laughing at some silly joke SHE’s told you and…
Hour 22
I find myself in a ballroom, baroque ornaments decorate the ceiling. Twirl like royalty and spin until the room turns into a maze turns into a forest turns into an open field. Here the ocean spreads, as mountainous waves sprout from a single seedling, so…
Hold My Hand
I stand beside the bed O’ mine, pat my shoulder Mean no mean my O mine in me It’s about half the clock To watch the cornices remain clear
Like a Butterfly A Feather Is A
Like a butterfly which I know is a soul of departed That visits every time one misses her presence A feather so delicate is a soul just the same Out of nowhere it floats, when you call out her name As the feather floats and…
Cotton-Candy Land (hour 22, prompt 22)
Once upon a marshmallow morning In a cotton-candy land Children’s laughter everywhere As they did the candy dance Around trees of chocolate kisses At the Skittles rainbow’s end They danced and sang so merrily And held each other’s hands While fairies dusted them with sugar…
Golden Tunnels
A nest of chicks,mouths open,ready to be fed a philosophy for life Hidden in worms dug up in the schoolyard Chirping ‘the journey of life may be easy may be hard’ On bright summer morns An out of tune piano cheering them on Towards blind…
The Wall
A glimpse of the other side gives way to full view. An interloper can observe with circular arguments and telescopic focus the secret garden on the other side. (There is always another side.) Nothing left to the imagination. Perhaps they are rabbit holes. Are they…
Sheltering Wings
A single white feather lets me know you are near. I’ve asked you for signs, but they weren’t always clear. This is a sign that can comfort the doubtful. You have sheltering wings and for this I’m so grateful.
As a Kid
1. Childhood was long ago, Memories cherished dear, A large, Polish/Catholic family Suddenly, childhood is near. 2. Looking back on family life, Hindsight seems so clear. Traditions marked my childhood, So much more than tears.