Whew.

“Congratulations! You have advanced from…”

Bagging ‘Murica – #SoCS

Well, I bagged it yesterday when I should have written (slept in gloriously – no regrets), so I’ll see if I can pull something out today.

Mystery Meal

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “product/produce.” Use one, use them both, use them any way you’d like.…

inflated

inflatedand not even surewhere the air came from. nevertheless, i’ll breathe inand float while trying not to thinkabout all the…

the wheels turn

the wheels turn /
and slowly the body /
succumbs to the treads and the weight /
of the monster it carries,

there is not enough time

in catching up on a life that was lost, I’d miss the living in front of me.

I know not where to look or stand

I know not where to look or stand…
I reach for footing; find just sand.

again.

the body count
mounts /

again.

Let no one tell you how to live

Let no one tell you how to live;It’s on that day you die a bit.Love is yours to take and…

Sonnet XLIX – Plans Best Laid

Perhaps if heaven hinges on Our Plan,
That paradise designed may need a tweak.

edges blur

looking In or Out the Window becomes Looking

in swirling chaos

in swirling chaos /
together – we find center /
and you make me feel

It’s a SIGN…

Or IS it a “sign” at all?

Catching My Breath

I know, I know, my writing has been spotty (at best) for the last couple months. Ironically, this wordless patch…

You begin this way:

This is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world,
which is round but not flat and has more colors
than we can see.

what will the waves do with their fury?

Paint the scene now, before ship takes a dive.

Take Them Off!

Who is the Weakest Link?

be not proud

What I pull out may render sad or jolly; Too big for my britches?

The Race

Every race needs a winner.

coup de grâce

He takes his finger and puts it to my chest.