The unsaid The unresolved The unhappening It rankles Like a pebble caught in the bloodstream. Screaming yelling Why don’t you get it It’s so simple.   Weaving webs To the stars Back & forth From the pebble to the dotted sky Hanging forever on this…

Prompt for Hour Two- Under the comforting shades of aspen trees- Memories wilts and wheatgrass grows taller than the last year- fragile moments and parched eyes; thistle needles pierced my solitude We collect dandelions; beyond time and life We churned corn stalks powder into anesthetic-…