a jet cuts across the blue carrying bodies in its metal womb to be delivered somewhere else ***** Napowrimo Day 30 prompt: “I’d like you to try your hand at a minimalist poem. What’s that? Well, a poem that is … Continue reading Limitless Birth
You ask what is air? It’s the super highway for birds It’s the place where screams echo or fade It’s a flotation device for thrown kisses It’s life itself for life on Earth You ask what is water? It’s a … Continue reading It’s All This & More
I felt raw-boned & rusted Dragging my hands in pockets full of scared Pockets full of scared & Walking a road rutted with wanting to get out I was wanting to get out That red dirt prison, that green-treed mess A … Continue reading Raw Boned
Pass through the skin of the chrysalis, emerge pumped into Earth, a mythological creature with a body blooded on sunlight, a body called more, and wings perched perpendicular from bathing in more heat than color. ***** Napowrimo Day 24 prompt: … Continue reading Beautiful Misfit
Feet bound to earth one day, soaring through space the next, turning a page from past to future and skipping everything in between. Weightless above mountain tops, above savannas spread below rich with movement, the khaki and green of the … Continue reading Weightless
Bob lived in a castle in the clouds, when he was home the clouds tinkled like zills on a bellydancers fingers, when he was out the clouds did the Hustle because Bob forbade it when he was home. Bob had … Continue reading Tea with Bob
My eyes are dry now Still, my heart flows river-like To a sea of tears ***** Napowrimo Day 18 prompt: “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write an elegy of your own, one in which the abstraction of sadness is … Continue reading Grief in Repose
When night falls on Earth, millions of eyes turn to me, bask in my brilliance. Lovers together kiss in my light or, separate, look on my face, stifle their howls. Poets write verse upon verse in fascination, never wanting for … Continue reading Selene
Each time I heard you sing was like the first time, your voice billowing like thunderclouds rising into blue, then fluttering like cherry blossoms to earth, every note opening space in my chest until my throbbing heart was fully exposed. … Continue reading Roxane
Did we fall out of the boom, the crash, the billions of bits that created the universe? I imagine us meandering around the cosmos, interstellar travelers perusing our options, riding eons of space highways & terrestrial autobahns, appraising the virtues … Continue reading Big Bang
