Perhaps merely lonely The griefling sought out like Perhaps merely lonely They stole a yellow bike Perhaps merely lonely They hid in a dark alley Perhaps merely lonely They set a monster free Perhaps merely lonely The monster ran amok Perhaps merely lonely And by…

“Give each project at least one line. You should open the poem with the first project, and close it with the last, but otherwise use the projects in whatever order you like. Do all twenty. Let different ones be in different voices. Don’t take things…

Hour 3 9/02/2023   “Seawalls…”   California dreamin’ been there, done that. East and Gulf Coasts… Japan, other green-riden places… Norway, Portugal, Crete, Turkey, Great Britain… and places that aren’t places anymore.   I’ve paused on docks, promontories,  battlements, bridges; in meadows, gardens, pubs, malls;…

Hour One Boxed in on all sides wrapped in rush like present, waiting…always waiting… to be opened to move forward. Inching my way with the masses at my back other fellow travelers on this expanse of gravel and boiling pavement. Like worms burrowing through soil,…

I am not here, I do not sit noiselessly And contemplate life Surrounded by rounded walls I do not live in this modern house Or in a cabin in the woods. I am not in the homeless shelter I am not the vagabond under the…

Hour 2 9/02/2023 “Little Things…”   There are moments …and then – there ARE moments – where life as we know it …pauses.  Moments untaken for granted.  Moments unlike any other instant of existence …that pause a soul.   “Little Things…”   A nothing special…

I went to the gallery for a change of pace Tired of mundanity I came to this vestigial place Left over from a time where all who came Came verklempt And all the same they changed within Thanks to a small notion Perhaps the issue…

Write a poem from the point of view of yourself, ten years ago. I am so excited Life is gonna go my way First week is done already Next week is on its way And I think people really like me And like what I…

-And this is how you’ll always find us after Diana Khoi Nguyen The day was dark and futile My heart a wrecking ball John resting in the loo Overlooked and looking for a second point of view This is how she found us the past…

Hour 1 9/2/2023 “Another Today…”   No alarm called – Just eyes now aware wandering, wandering yet another mornings path…   “T’is a chill morning – ” freshly-stale coffee in hand, in mind… “- to start this …day -” echoes float …somewhere within, somewhen within,…