Wednesday, December 13, 2017

short story slam week 80, white house and dog year of 2018

We hear the ocean,
Ancient water and woods give asylum, comfort
to all errors and every abortion.
Toads char from shadowy sort
of trees and swamps location.
Sand fleas scissor our feet,
Headlights of cars shine down like stars,
The waves only speak at present tense,
nothing aging, nothing remaining,
Atlantic ocean, sand, seashells...
Sentiments all drown in the ocean!
Prayers for those who are begging for love
Due to bad sickness and good luck…

Saturday, October 14, 2017

short story slam week 75, poetry and story inn fridays week 5, 4

amazing discovery
when you let go
the curtain is still beautiful

life is a movie
we move our seats around
never regret what do to offend

Saturday, August 19, 2017

short story slam week 74

short story slam week 74, about residing else where for a change, maybe on weekends 

boating at Lake Carl Blackwell
my eyes turn blur
a carp fish jumps high in a fountain flash

driving onto Coyle road
a big dog barks aloud
freezing my car with a dusty hop

back at high way 159
we see Wyonna, Wyandotte, Indigo, Joplin, and Radice
a photo of Richard Prior and Robert Ponto is tunning