Those Choices

Those Choices Virginia Carraway Stark Beautiful Ascended A thousand times I died Promising to return I saw no reason not To keep away from the other side Because It seemed like giving up And I didn’t want to leave the stage -plus there was this…

Letter to My Fat Self

If only you knew I wish you could understand The power behind self love And your preciousness despite size Yes, you will take a lot of shit Grateful for scraps and tidbits From lovers who could never measure to your grace or wit or presence…

Rushing and I can

Rushing and I Can Virginia Carraway Stark Sometimes when I’m rushing I have to wonder why there are way more missiles and satellites than stars than I can count in the sky sometimes when I can I wonder why I let so many golden chances…

The Trip

I was able to visit a place that is out of this world.  I couldn’t describe the feeling inside when I saw then light and splendor.  At first I thought that the lights were so bright, then realize that Love was the light.  I felt…

Prompt 6/Hr5-Dream

There on the hilltop Going click A single Knight In her shiny kit Across the way Down by the river A parade of people With arms and quivers Above the river A bright blue awning Sitting beneath it A Queen’s Maid is yawning Without much…

Hour 4

The baby is asleep Now is her time To take a nap Take a shower Cook a meal Do the laundry Eat hot food Read a book Watch a show Call a friend Wash my hair The list goes on She can’t get up She…

Bandage my fingers

Bandage my fingers Virginia Carraway Stark The road is at my feet again I take a tentative step forward I can’t wait to see How each time I crest Each new horizon I fall in love With every view Again and again And how there…

Prompt 3 H3- Apartment

Inside I alone am awake Silence is deafening until the computer suddenly hums An enormous fan nearly drowning all else out. Despite its noise I hear so much more Outside are birds, finches, swallows and crows Perhaps a raven an occasional duck But only rarely,…

Prompt 1-I am

9 pm, darkness encroaches. Sleep is an idea formless and forthcoming… I am ready. Just one more thing…   12 am, evening beckons. It is time for sleep, the cloud is ever-present. I am tired. Just need to finish up…   3 am, twilight shrouds…

Nest

Crumbling bones of salt cannot hold the demons at bay any longer Their liquid limbs lap at my skull and my ribs My head crumbles open and they burrow into my brain, Piping their bodies into my consciousness.   My body is being rebuilt, bone…

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