Dad wonders if all this banding of birds and tagging of ears creates selection pressure in favor of jewelry But with microbeads The Great Garbage Patch Spinning in the Pacific And asphalt to go by, It won’t be good

Scream! You can’t be heard. The vacant space surrounds you like a child in a womb. It is never ending. It is everywhere. The quietness is so loud. jj2017

    That’s death and the frontier neck and neck with death is the soul which flits off into other dimensions if you’re in to that kind of thing Space is just geography without the Geo topography without the Topo Unnavigable via pitch, tilt, and…

Wouda VCS Do you know the Wouda’s? They live most any place They can be both good or evil A pleasure or a disgrace Under the sea they creep like starfish On land they hide A secretive race Do you know the Wouda? You may…

    Without the fluids see I get those migraines But I won’t drink plain water I tried and carried a jug for months Always still half full at twilight Way too many migraines Any one of my ten Classrooms has tea stains on the…

Author’s Note: Yeah…I’m too addicted to the music I’m listening to do the Hour Eleven Prompt, so I’m going to do something that’s similar to one of the later prompts, except I’m not going to talk in the point of view of a well known…

Would someone please help me find my keys?  I’ve looked in the living room, dining room, and on the kitchen sink. I have checked the bedroom, refrigerator, everywhere that I could think. Asked the dog, his head said no Asked the cat, but, well you know…

  Our Miss Brooks goes home at night, Where the rooms are empty, The chairs are silent, There never were any of her own children, and the Work is never done. Papers to grade of course and Dinner to drink. A page of curricular notes…

Jump rope twirling Ponytails whirling Jumping singing Voices ringing Step on a crack, break your mother’s back   Black as taboo Down in the bayou Worse than voodoo Hear when they say to you Step on a crack, break your mother’s back   Teardrops no…