dark crocus at the edge of time brings awful omen to this wistful soul Am American sentence for Real Toads list prompt and a submission for NaPoWriMo Day 19 Autumn crocus
god told me to do this question this thing 'fashioned in his image' never really worked for me even though i'm a he too so i concluded he wasn't and set about learning how to be her now I'm prompting in The Garden this morning, asking folks to write about … Continue reading divine feminine
this container is filled to overflowing by your love, and so destroyed this mind is overwhelmed by true high concepts from above, and so destroyed this heart is burst time and again with your infinite radiance and charm opening and growing in peace, on wings of a white dove, and so destroyed these eyes are … Continue reading diss-olve
i wrote this for you but i don't know who you are so i guess it must be for me although the problem remains the same to remedy this i have begun peeling back the layers of accumulated time-tinged paper that create masks of stories of who you are of who i … Continue reading UNTOLD
i have always been a seeker what i didn't know though was that i'd been hiding too who knew it was a game for one? Day 16 of NaPoWriMo and all is tickety-boo in the garden, where i am hanging out all month. Rommy suggests that for today's prompt, we should write a poem … Continue reading clay play
birdsong outside my window bombs fall like rain again on Syria Gillena asks us to distil a quote froma selection of poems by François Villion and build a poem from there....as always this month I'm hanging with the toads My chosen line is "So, shifting winds turn to storm."
born into that dark night stitched lips screaming that great yawped boom of infinite silence a sound that crushed you into infinitesimal smallness did your legs fail you too at the crossroads as traffic hurtled death only your way to wake you sweating and stitch-less yet screaming silently still in the wake of it … Continue reading night