Hour 15 – okay let’s do the things. Let’s keep going I think I’m going to use a prompt from the poet rajah again “wonder where tomorrow is”   POEM 15: If things continue to go this way I’ll have no choice but to wonder…

A whirlwind of half facts and full fiction chaotically connecting dots of political nonsense highlighted by outrageous social commentary pulling cords of the naive ignorantly manipulated puppets on strings of gilded threads controlled by pockets seeking to get deeper purposefully instigating insurrections while claiming the…

Sonnet – When   When you asked me for help, but I said no. When you wanted to go, but chose to stay. When I cried so hard my eyes would seem grey. When I wanted, but didn’t believe it so.   When my heart…

The Space (11:00 PM – Hour 15) ~ D², @d2poetry   Too crowded to create not by things, but attachments I need the freedom  from responsibilities deadlines and expectations tunnel vision lined with infinite boundaries thoughts bouncing like  happy echos dissipating untouched a bottomless pit…

Yes Yes, is such a hope-filled word I wish I had said Yes to Brant when he was tangled in the emotions of being an 8-year-old from a broken family. Yes, to being the kind of teacher that gave him permission to be “naughty” (whatever…

Earthbound wish to fly is a tale I tell myself In truth, Pan-ic is the name of the demon hiding in my aerophobia lobe Whispering dark thoughts: Too much traffic, you’ll miss your flight A storm is brewing, the plane could crash You’ll be profiled…

He was huge, my guardian Sent my way by who knows who Big people no doubt. Concerned with my safety, no doubt. Or perhaps concerned I might explode? Who knows… Mountains of molehills if that be the case. I am not like the terds not…

Prompt 15, Hour 15 There are very few poems about air travel, even though there are a lot about driving, train travel, and subway commuting. Your prompt this hour is to write a poem about a plane trip. *** Villanelle – First Flight 2020©DSCoremans The…

I was 16,  We were coming home from Germany. Six weeks of milk from the cow on the corner, Basketball with cute boys,  And a Holocaust camp.   It was a long plane ride home. I sat on my best friend’s lap, And writhed on…

tender spots open yet safe Deciphering motives unnecessary your authenticity seen & appreciated loved not tolerated mistakes, corrected with grace your flaws, affectionately respected an invitation into your world wholeheartedly accepted