Upon Being Seen & Heard

My words are becoming lacy with cobweb kisses. I’ve forgotten the meaning of time. Hours run into minutes, but days can creep on like centuries. I would call, but my voice is a dried bouquet of flowers others call weeds. Is this romance or me losing myself inside of your empty spaces? I want to [...]


Poem a Day: Midnight & Morning Glories

Several lifetimes ago, I took a creative writing class. We were taught different forms of poetry and also produced a short story, in addition to many other works. One type of poetry I was particularly fond of is known as reduction poems. If you are familiar with blackout poems, they are a form of reduction [...]

September 26-28: Autumn Aster, Indigenous, & Sea of Night

Autumn Aster These autumnal flowers populate my line of vision (their petals fan before me). I want to call them beautiful, but I know I've seen them in a dream. (Sometimes, I'm not even sure I want to wake up.) The beauty they hold is fleeting because, in a dream, everything dissolves. I want to [...]

September 25: Cuffed

When thinking about this prompt, I thought of several routes I could take it in. I could mention physical restraints, whether it's silk rope, metal cuffs, cutesy fuzzy handcuffs used playfully, a hand wrapped around my wrists securing them together. That's not the direction I wanted to go in. Cuffed I'm an understudy to a [...]