Limitless Birth

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 quite short, and that doesn’t really try to tell a story, but to quickly and … More Limitless Birth

Hiraeth

Missing a thing I never had an indifferent sun shines scorching aloneness the invisible brand in my blood ***** Napowrimo Day 27

Raw Boned

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 mess of green trees & gospel singing Kept me sane Sanity keeps quiet, holds my … More Raw Boned

Beautiful Misfit

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: “write a poem that, like “Dictionary Illustrations,” is inspired by a reference book.” My poem … More Beautiful Misfit

Street Cat

Stalking the fence line Street cat sneers at pampered dog yapping with no teeth ***** Napowrimo Day 23 prompt: “I’d like to challenge you today to write a poem about an animal.” Photo via Pixabay

Weightless

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 grasslands undulate with thousands of wildlife never before seen in this way by humans. Between … More Weightless

Tea with Bob

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 invited me to tea and I was running late because the Uber driver was an … More Tea with Bob

Grief in Repose

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 communicated not through abstract words, but physical detail. This may not be a “fun” prompt, … More Grief in Repose