Published in Scrittura·4 days agoMember-onlySleeping Next To You At NightInto the image: August Poetry Prompt — The quilted patchwork of energies settles on to my drowsy eyelids one more time Like Neo’s Matrix, the tiles roll down and down, hypnotizing me through the next roll of the dice, The tunnel veers sharply to the left and I am drawn back, years, eons, till time has no…Prompt2 min read
Published in Scrittura·Jul 19Member-onlySomehow You ExistThursday Hybrid Prompt: the color of your imagination — Always, always. Close your eyes. Let our purple fingers twirl, Allow the orange waters to lap us up I drown in your incandescent light, my love Bottomless prismatic pools of darkest blue Sometimes — a quick gasp of surprise at the unexpected familiarity — why the sense of deja-vu —…Prose Poem1 min read
Published in The Howling Owl·Jul 6Member-onlyFireworksFree Verse — Go forth bravely, alone into the sky Like a blazing comet’s tail, Destiny seared with the story of your coming Go forth bravely, alone into the dark Burst into a million pieces, Starlight, shine bright, shine on me tonight Dazzle me now, my pupils dilate Amazement uplifting my tired soul…Poetry1 min read
Published in Scuzzbucket·Jun 28Member-onlyNip It In The BudAnnoyed Free Verse — Hey, don’t you know What’s really lit these days: Vasectomies are in! In a big way It’s the cool new thing to do And top it off with a tattoo Showing off your support So they will all know No abortions? No choice? No problem! Vasectomies are here To solve…Free Verse1 min read
Published in Scrittura·Jun 18Member-onlyThe Eggs Running Down My FaceThursday Hybrid Prompt: intertextuality — A groan escapes me again as I click on the link, and it takes me to another long essay: 16 minutes reading time, it says How many rat holes can you uncover? How many before my brain protests, before my heart gives out? 16 minutes of unfocused rambling writing With…Hybrid Prose Poem2 min read
Published in The Howling Owl·Jun 15Member-onlyI’ll Meet You Where Tomorrow BeginsA Prose Poem — It’s a bright, foggy day on Half Moon Bay. Fifty of us are gathered here for a picnic. Yet, you are alone. Alone, in the midst of a crowd. It’s all too new, too fresh. Still too raw. You are independent, determined to move on. Determined to not let this…Beach2 min read
Published in Scrittura·Jun 1Member-onlySo Much To Look Forward ToWednesday Prose Poem: talk to yourself — Dissociation, he says. Does he know about the rats? Hush, no. That’s a secret. Especially when no one knows whether the gnawing, chirruping rats are actually inside your skull or outside. Hush. Lawns are now banned in Nevada, the rats gnaw on. That’s a new one. It marks a point…Prose Poem2 min read
Published in Scuzzbucket·May 23Member-onlyTryst With A PomegranateComing Unstuck — Stuck. Stuck in my head. Prowling around. Stuck. Pacing. Up, down, up again. Bloody stuck. Do something new. Different. Break the mold. Come unstuck. How? It’s taken me thirty-six years to cut a pomegranate. How did I manage this feat? Beats me. I have never ever cut a pomegranate before. …Self2 min read
Published in Scrittura·May 13Member-onlyHolding Up The HorizonSaturday Poetry Prompt: take it from me… — There was a volcano holding up the horizon. I couldn’t see it, there was a rainbow in the way. I skipped headlong toward the rainbow, lengthening my stride — Only to have it implode, midway through the plunge. Brittle shadows swum dizzyingly around me, While time bounced me around on…Poetry1 min read
Published in Scrittura·May 2Member-onlyShe Lived In A Red HaloSaturday Prompt: shadow selves — She was entwined with me like a French braid. The red of her shadow personality contrasting with the beige of my everyday self. Everything about her was red. Her power, her anger, the flames that shot out of her eyes when I needed my boundaries protected. She lived in a…Poetry2 min read
