Text prompt: Nancy Anne Smith suggested this subject for a prompt we do every year. Your challenge is to write a poem about the topic of marriage, without ever using the word marriage, and while also ideally avoiding the words spouse, husband, and wife.  …

Conjoined twinning is perilous oxygen and blood, fo ever and ever, hoping for shared viewpoints heartbeats heard hopes supported. Society expects this bargain to be made of loss in service to the other who carries on as normal, considers the rest as baggage to be…

Point B and Point A facing opposite poles on the same mattressed board strings attached silent words convoluted phrases that meander into the sea of nothingness “The question is,” said Alice, “whether you can make words mean so many different things.” “The question is,” said…

One day in distant future Ice walls walled in our pride The few of us remaining And hiding deep inside An igloo city of the ancients Built by those who burned our world After they at least reflected And leaned into saving Gaia “Now ye…

MATHEMATICS OF LIFE Add your smiles Subtract your sorrows Multiply your happiness Divide your chores Differentiate between Good and evil Integrate the goodness in all Time is precious Count your blessings Life is not a graphical function It’s a combination of rational , irrational and…

Two worlds in juxtaposition Living separate lives but bound by a thread Invisible, fragile, sharpened by years To cut through life’s griefs To bind and enable. Will it last, will it last? Will it endure the test of time? Or shall it shatter In a…

Your challenge is to write a poem about the topic of marriage, without ever using the word marriage, and while also ideally avoiding the words spouse, husband, and wife. We started off with promise a love so deep it conflicted With every other chiding adult…

Hour Two Rays of sunshine pierce through the fabric of hope like hot daggers searing cauterizing the wounds of winter’s blush melting the ventricles of a heart’s cold season when the chamber doors had closed like an iron fist. A heart that beats with filagree…

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…