Hour six – cornfield

Washing the dishes I allow the water to run too long and think about the fertile crescent drying, saltwater remains. I think of China, flooding overflowing rafts of the desperate floating through the city. Where will they go? I think about Scientists, trying to reinvent…

Freedom, Ltd

Locked in and locked out both at once; So slow, I convinced I’m a dunce In all the social niceties. Some friends help, other like to tease the encumbrance. Locked in when I can’t leave my bed For the pain in my back, legs, and…

2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Six: Amber afternoon

Where this is going suspension of time is to be expected That’s what always happens to me when I surrender Under this sky suspended in amber an artefact from some undefined age this moment knows no history it belongs to you and me, today Stretch…

Prompt 6 – Eventually

There was a girl who took her time in finding her path. She was free, as far as she was concerned. Knowing she’d find her way eventually, She felt no urgency. Clever and bright, Her wit astounded those around her. “So smart! Think of a…

Hour Six: Sidetracked

Bringing in this one at the last minute… The illegible text tricks those who aren’t paying attention distracting them from the secret messages hidden in plain sight on the other side of the spread where truths burst forth from the page disguised as poetry Those…

The One True Ring

The missing ring is here somewhere. Is it hiding in the pillows, or smirking behind the scarves? It may be covered in candle wax or suffocating beneath the pile of incense ash. The dark deep corners of the shoe closet are suspect; as well as…