Prompt Seven – Text Prompt: The viator is a poetic form invented by Robin Skelton It’s a pretty simple form where the first line is used again as refrain in the second line of the second stanza, and the third line of the third stanza,…

Hour Six A fish out of water scooped out of the expanse with a net of lies and plunged within a crystalline bowl. Flitting to the surface wherein lies the tease of sustenance and breath held in stagnancy. Feeble attempts to avoid the anglerfish and…

Her duskiness is nigh I hear the mice crawling I will with a bottle of rum Bid my dad life good bye I know joy comes in the morning Only I may not make it to dawn Applying make up to bed I can’t die…

Hour Five Memories tucked into my breast pocket left and close to my heart. They flutter like eyelids just waking from slumber- fractured images play upon the screen of thought a tribute to remembrance to lives previously lived during my years on the back roads….

Swan Lake Swan Lake for some is but a dance But, here, it is vacation A camping trip that at a glance Yields rest and relaxation Picturesque hints of crystal blue Meet up with forest green A break from life, a fond adieu From all…

Prompt for Hour Six – Text Prompt The earth is actually flat, you look over the edge and what do you see? Describe it.   Conversations with God   Should have been the stuff of nightmarish fright. But strangely it wasn’t, it felt right, as…

Hour Four Outlining plans with graphite tracing the intent- gradients of charcoal delineate from our preconceived form an insult to our potential. Our attempts to take over and mold over the wire mesh construction- half-hearted clay structure unassuming to the crack from the heat of…

I don’t know why I said what I did. I wasn’t even thinking of how to cut you down.  What am I saying? Your indifference fuels me, forces me to sputter. Wound tight, like a brand-new rubber ball bouncing my mouth off, my words hitting…

Prompt for Hour Five Text Prompt: Write a mystery poem. The crime could be real or imagined. The poem could be clue based or narrative. The details are up to you.   So Close   ‘Oi, Oi, what do we have here,’ Deep breathy voice…

Hour Three 1:23 Layers droop precariously from form like draperies obscuring the world from the frame I had held like photograph- with peeling laminate ironed over like wax paper leaves and never comes back. The covers fall from mattresses skirting the hardwood floors methylene chloride…