pencil stub—–3WW

PhoneStumbledWindy
a certain memory captures the moment.with fine strokes, she sketches in with a pencil stub.graphite can be erased unlike embedded thoughts.circling around where there is no end and no beginning.windy weather does nothing.not even make her shiver.words within her mind are stumbling over each otherfalling like a pool of debris.she watches the soil beneath [...]

pencil stub—–3WW

PhoneStumbledWindy
a certain memory captures the moment.with fine strokes, she sketches in with a pencil stub.graphite can be erased unlike embedded thoughts.circling around where there is no end and no beginning.windy weather does nothing.not even make her shiver.words within her mind are stumbling over each otherfalling like a pool of debris.she watches the soil beneath [...]

fascinatingly spooked—–Writers Island

foaming water gives rise to steamripples disappear into nothing
shadows form out of nowherewalking creepily towards shore
revolting fascination takes overwatching unheard of creatures
unholy sounds pierce the calmstrange shapes emerge, dancing
on cascading stream, eerinessenhances those unheard of fears
sounds of night hold to enthraluntil dawn breaks, sunlight falls.
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My thoughts are haunted for no particular reason. May be it [...]

fascinatingly spooked—–Writers Island

foaming water gives rise to steamripples disappear into nothing
shadows form out of nowherewalking creepily towards shore
revolting fascination takes overwatching unheard of creatures
unholy sounds pierce the calmstrange shapes emerge, dancing
on cascading stream, eerinessenhances those unheard of fears
sounds of night hold to enthraluntil dawn breaks, sunlight falls.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My thoughts are haunted for no particular reason. May be it [...]

desiccated pleasure—–Monday Poetry

that vague instantwhen I hunch into myself with my mug lowered, fragile yet too severe to crumple;with an intense stillness,sipping thick brownswirling substance,much too murky to penetratewith anything other than taste-desiccated, and rolling over at onceover tongue. unexpectedlyaware to hazily hopeless uncertainty;intractable and arrogant-my smile comes across.

desiccated pleasure—–Monday Poetry

that vague instantwhen I hunch into myself with my mug lowered, fragile yet too severe to crumple;with an intense stillness,sipping thick brownswirling substance,much too murky to penetratewith anything other than taste-desiccated, and rolling over at onceover tongue. unexpectedlyaware to hazily hopeless uncertainty;intractable and arrogant-my smile comes across.

In Sickness—–Sunday Scribblings

When I read this week’s prompt Hospital for Sunday Scribblings, I kind of went numb. I almost did not want to write for it.
The first time I was in any hospital was the day I was born. The most important day of my life and I do not remember anything about it. I might [...]

In Sickness—–Sunday Scribblings

When I read this week’s prompt Hospital for Sunday Scribblings, I kind of went numb. I almost did not want to write for it.
The first time I was in any hospital was the day I was born. The most important day of my life and I do not remember anything about it. I might [...]

In Sickness—–Sunday Scribblings

When I read this week’s prompt Hospital for Sunday Scribblings, I kind of went numb. I almost did not want to write for it.
The first time I was in any hospital was the day I was born. The most important day of my life and I do not remember anything about it. I might [...]

lording over—-Totally Optional Prompts

This week’s prompt is from Kooser’s book ‘Delights and Shadows’, published by Copper Canyon Press.
Horse
In its stall stands the 19th century,its hide a hot shudder of satin,head stony and wilful,an eye brown as a river and watchful:a sentry a long way aheadof a hard, dirty army of hooves.
Though I began with great ideas, somehow I [...]