We will not see another dawn together. Nor will we watch the day deepen to dark. And all those hours of wondering whether we should have stayed, or left, or disembarked are now behind us, as you too recede. The chair you sat in…

Prompt 19, Hour 19 This prompt is based on an idea from Danielle Wong. Below are two images of a Siphonophore Apolemia. It is an animal that actually is made up of hundreds of animals that clone themselves; the scientists had thought that together they…

Prompt 14, Hour 14 In her wonderful book Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimmerer writes — ‘In some Native languages the term for plants translates to “those who take care of us.’ Use any part of this quote (with credit), or the ideas it contains as…

Prompt 11, Hour 11 Write a poem about or set in a place you have never been to. It could be a real concrete location, or something more metaphorical, imaginary or fictional – somewhere over the rainbow comes to mind. *** Sonnet – Neverland 2020©DSCoremans…

(Italian sonnet form–I think) By Sandy Lender   A multitude came crawling up the sandy shore Only moonlight off’ring light by which to nest A thousand sets of flapping flippers sought what ground is best Mighty turtles one by one raked the ground and tore…

The record shows he is to blame His calendar is now a loop Big mistakes put him to shame He feel like a big load of poop His friends told him that he should stop He wanted to keep turning up But every other week…

WYSIWYG: it goes beyond Discussion of computer fonts, And colour-palette editing: There’s WYSIWYG in many things. That boy that passed you in the street; A charmer, nicest guy you’ll meet, Or else a thug of darkest kind, Based on what you expect to find. The…

Faithful companion, loyal friend, Warm weight at the foot of the bed. Clattering claws across the floor, Rushing to greeting at the door. Eager for daily exercise, Snatching the ball out of the sky Bounding full-tilt across the park, Playing outside ’til after dark. Proud to…

The fields of sunlight-green go on forever, The ancient arch reveals the rural scene Containing countless shades of blue and green Each leaf and blade of grass defined but never Destroying harmony with one another But delicately balancing between Variety and unity of mien A perfect patch of land, in…

The road ahead of me is so foggy I can’t see the center line I’m aching and I’m groggy From squinting at each little sign I don’t know where I’m going I barely remember where I’ve been I understand I must be growing As I…