a forest painted on a glazed china cup is no less lifeless than a forest choked by auto exhaust. prompt 20

After dinner at Chez Désespoir, when the wine, the brie, cherry gazpacho, the sole, the fruit and cheese with honey glaze were cleared, after he gave her a ring with a rock as big as Jupiter, she buried her face in her hands. She said, “I…

Time to come in, Rog. Oxygen is at a quarter fuzzy. The com tells me my daydream is at an end. (daydream?) I finished repairs a decade ago. But the minutes… the sacred minutes I get as my own spec of dust. Harnessing galaxies in…

Scream! You can’t be heard. The vacant space surrounds you like a child in a womb. It is never ending. It is everywhere. The quietness is so loud. jj2017

    That’s death and the frontier neck and neck with death is the soul which flits off into other dimensions if you’re in to that kind of thing Space is just geography without the Geo topography without the Topo Unnavigable via pitch, tilt, and…

Emotional moon eclipse the light fandango and soften the glow

Hat. A fedora tonight, I think. The air is a white plume on black noir. Boots. Laced, no, buckled tonight, yes. Blue-grey smoke, (not like that faggots’ eyes.) from my cigar, or is it my pipe, no, it’s a cigar tonight, Dominican, Full bodied, just…

    Without the fluids see I get those migraines But I won’t drink plain water I tried and carried a jug for months Always still half full at twilight Way too many migraines Any one of my ten Classrooms has tea stains on the…

Away from the crowd Where it’s quiet, my love Let’s share this moment In candlelight, my love Just me and you at this table for two Shut out the world’s sights and sound Let’s enjoy our love jj2017

He could have served her tea before the conversation swerved to seeing her at the station with Jack who she dated back before they met. “Will you leave me for Jack?” She left upset, He remained, gazing at the leaves in her cup.