There is a dent in the last seat of my brown sectional, the result of an ingenuous act of two concave halves of my posterior digging into it for hours on end. I call it sitting The trolls call it couching, lazy-ing, bumming. It wasn’t easy to give shape to that last cushion What did …
Under the Grecian sun, the sapphire seas roil. Under the Grecian sun, the azure domes invite. Under the Grecian sun, the skies turn amber, and the winds carry messages from Aristotle, Plato, and Pythagoras. Songs of knowledge and wisdom, resound under the Grecian sun.
The belly of the earth opens up to make the mountain succumb to its legendary temper. The mountain stands unbending, unaffected, spreading its massive shoulders, showing off its rugged brute strength. Uncompromising! The azure sky watches playfully. It gestures to the moon to cast a spell and the ocean becomes more agitated. It beckons the …
Swallowed by a whale, I floated in her cavernous body, It was dark inside, dungeon-like. With no option of egress, I swam inside the soft inside. My pocket regurgitated my phone. My eyes lit up the inky space. It was as if I was at the Pearly Gates when my husband picked up. “Help!” “What …
When the pampered dew drops refuse to fall off the leaves, when the maiden sun rays jostles with the mountain peaks to spread their orange hues, when the silken wind caresses my face, when I am the sole admirer of the song of the lark, when I can see myself, it's my serene place.
NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 1 Prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write – without consulting the book – a poem that recounts the plot, or some portion of the plot, of a novel that you remember having liked but that you haven’t read in a long time. The Meeting Two souls come together on …
The fragrance spread aimlessly like the mob mentality enveloping in its chaotic embrace all those who rushed by. The curious me stops to smell the roses, touch the velvety petals, drown my senses in the heavenly muskiness The recklessness of my action surprises me I’ll be left behind, I fear I come out of the …
Woman - you have it within you - wit and wisdom, compassion and confidence, sharpness of mind and eloquence of the tongue, the ability to turn with the tide and the wherewithal to turn the tide … you have it all … you are amazing … now it’s time to own it! A Well-Dressed Woman! …
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