Sssnake! Hissing, spitting, rearing his hoods, The five-headed snake held sway Over the Yamuna River long ago So the legends of Krishna say. Poisoning the waters, killing all Who chanced to come that way, Making life a misery for The cowherds who had long lived…

Prompt from BlueJay Prompt Journal: What never mattered, anyway? Prompt 17: Somewhere in northern lousiana but farther south than I’m willing to admit –   there’s a house with a dusty rose bar stool that has had four dozen poems written about it and a…

I told the eight year-old to save the document using the square in the corner. She asked, “The camera?” I said no.   It was once called a floppy disk, but don’t worry about that now. Now, it is just a square. She asked again:…

Lost, he was for a long, long time never stopping to ask where am I? Visiting locales covering a broad expanse he kept moving, moving compiling souvenirs at every turn things he wanted, had to have insatiable was his appetite something to bring home, knowing…

The first heart I ever broke was my own you could call it a ricochet I’ll go with stupid   though immature is a reasonable copout when I am feeling self-charitable   at nineteen, we were in love – not lust well defined lines obeyed…