Anchored and waiting calm seas under marble-blue sky dreaming about land Archipelagos long to sail on oceans wide leave countries behind In the bay, we sleep our boat swaying with the waves and green-blue sea dreams   (22 June 2019, Hour 4)

  Dark rocky cliffs rise abruptly up to block a starry night sky. They feel immense seen from the base. A tall waterfall heaves violently over the edge in the high distance. There is no path forward. In a perfect world I could take my…

You are not invisible, though you walk in the shadows of this world. You are not alone, though you journey on your own. The heaviness in your heart is a fettered weight, anchored to the sorrows of the past and the unknowns of the future….

The rain drops playing under Sun’s gaze They are laughing, They are cuddling. The sun refused to make them vapors again.   When rain pours In a bright a sunny afternoon, It seems like magic, Like nature sharing a secret, It tells me anything can…

My muse has left the building The music has stopped playing And the brush no longer paints.   I don’t understand why she left, She was just going out for some Froyo and never came back.   I have tried her phone, Instagram, And Facebook….

She loved this place Dark damp secluded One entrance one exit no escape The alley behind the blood bank Heavy with intoxicating scents of her favorite hot red human nectar Quiet and cool away from the crowd Away from clipboards and questions and bright lights…

  All bent out of shape, I abandoned ship As the Cliché Monster destroyed every quip. I tried to look on the bright side, but he was armed to the teeth, He preyed on every word I tried to bequeath.   At my wits end,…

Can you smell it? The rustle of the crowd? Can you feel it? The crackle in the air. Electrifying Can you see the dust molecules swirling around the 1000 watt bulb, as it fades into life.  Bringing with it illumination and promise. Can you see…

You can’t say sci-fi If you want us to take you Seriously Don’t use time travel Post-modern SF holds it Unrealistic Any fool can write, But science fiction is a Highly refined art Prompt: Genre poetry Form: Linked haikus    

I’m fighting the ‘second’ old me When it comes to loving you The old me that would Easily give up When things got a little Too tough I’m trying to keep The original me alive The “Me” that had the will to fight Before I…