Monday, December 28, 2015


We almost weren’t
But then we turned
Quick-pressed lips
The image burned
Cut and scene
You gasped
I laughed
And left
You there

Photo prompt Mag 299

Monday, September 28, 2015


Glass half-full
Focus the moment
The center of truth
Own it
Straw wrapper folded
Into a zigzag pattern
Smoothed out after
rhubarb chatter
Queried and qwerty’d
into matter
Of fact-checked impact
Shattered open


Tuesday, September 1, 2015


Sticks and stones shaded deep 
Reflect the surface 
Shroud answers beneath. 
Draw blood in hot silent rush 
Raging smooth ice pink flush. 

Ripple my alabaster likeness  
Molton at the core, 
Liquid gold Midas fear to touch.  
Live cloaked, gloved,  
In orbit space, in heat, abandon love.  

Photo Prompt from Magpie Tales

Monday, August 10, 2015


Out of the dark it slaps
My face, the smell
Cigarettes and beer
I breathe like I’ve clawed
My way to fresh air
My fingers drip condensation,
ice wet on the glass,
Unseen amber torch held aloft
Leading out of lost. 

This poem is thanks to Magpie Tales 

Monday, July 20, 2015


Paisley print ties and leather soled shoes
Up and down the marble stairs
Calloused hands on the iron rail
Uniforms and unfocused stares
Around and up and down
Spokes of a squeaky wheel
Spinning, reaching
Only ever touching at the hub
On top or below but all
Traveling in the same direction
Never asking where this ride is going 

Photo prompt thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales