Mama, Such a small four-lettered word, Holding so much power in my world. Mama, The first word I spoke. Mama, The first person I cried to. Mama, The only person I would go to, When trouble would knock on the door. Mama, My first friend,…
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PARADISE
PARADISE An untimely beauty with soft dark skin. She walks with the confidence of a queen strolling along the gold path laid before her. Wearing exquisite cloths crafted by the most conscious designers of her village. Her hair is golden with coils shining like crystals…
A Recipe For Protection – Hour 2, Prompt 2
A Recipe for Protection You will need: 1 contraction of perseverance 2 small rocks – your favorite 1 beetle carapace or chitinous exterior 1 gram of love 1 Large AA Egg Set the contraction of perseverance aside, it is important to have it ready. Grabbing…
2020 Introduction – H.J / #authorHJ
Hi, all! Happy to be here – with much thanks to Caitlin & Jacob for everything. I wish everyone the best, throughout this process 🥳💖🕯 This is my second running. I hope to be completing another Half, this year. This piece is my personal favourite,…
Hour twenty four
Outside my window A clothes line on which I’ve hung hurriedly my towel and my t-shirt— wrinkled A few flower pots with seasonal flowers— all colours A white wall with fine cracks— revealing its grey body
Hour twenty two
Black velvet on your ivory skin Hair pinned bare neck A sideway glance from you, Senorita, lights my sullen room
Hour twenty one
Life— a small book a never ending prose an exaggerated art form
Hour Twenty
A flower pot resides next to my work station Sometimes a flower blooms with a red glistening texture its subtle fragrance all over Sometimes a thorn pricks my conscience its consequence all over The crimson pot— my muse stays forever.
Hour Nineteen
Space I’ve always been scared of the space I’ve seen myself lost in its eternity It was the thing you wanted from me Blank and austere. I was unable to survive in the cold purlieus of your space On the ebb…
Hour Eighteen
How to make chai (tea)? Take a pot fill it with water half full show your optimism Put the pot on the stove on the medium flame of agony Add tea leaves— all black equal to the number of lovers Charlie has…