If love were on saleI’d buy a whole ton of it.Don’t be offended. Today’s poetry prompt words were: love, on sale, and offended. Photo by LEDC on Unsplash Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X More Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on LinkedIn (Opens...
She sat on the kitchen floor with her back to the counter, panting. The flour was dancing around her like snowflakes. Her blood and cake batter was staining the cold tiles but she had no energy to get up. The business end of her wooden spoon was stuck in her husband’s right ear, and she knew when she pulled it out the mess would only grow. But she needed to...
The frequencywith which you hurt mesurprises me still. I really put upwith all thatfor so long? I have adilemma of self,because now,who am Iwithout you? I’m the girlthat keeps going,nose to grindstone,making the grade,getting her heart brokenevery single day. Today’s poetry prompt words were: frequency, dilemma, and making the grade. Photo by Deepak Gupta on Unsplash Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens...
Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you? Certainly my play with words is the biggest form of play in my life and always has been since childhood. Even in adulthood, it’s weird being one of those people who genuinely means it when they say their favorite things to do are read and write. That’s me! I’d also rather stay inside than go out at any...
Photo by Javier Ortiz on Unsplash It looks so small from up here, but I know if I were down in those streets it would feel endless. The maze of metal and glass, the spires and speeding cabs, the cacophony of it all bringing me to life. But I don’t belong here anymore, I feel too old for the speed and chaos, too tired. Once I danced to pulsing music under flashing lights...
