The fight’s gone out of me, taken flight.You’re here but not here, you’re there and gone.I’m left empty, and why not? I deserve it. Today’s poetry prompt words were: empty, flight, and why not? Photo by Adil Sattarov 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...
Photo by Siora Photography on Unsplash He was down on one knee with the open box in his hand, looking at me, confused. “Who are you?” he asked. “Bobby, it’s me. What do you mean?” He looked at the shimmering ring in his hand and snapped the box closed as he stood. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but I don’t know you.” “Excuse me, dear, where am I?” a woman asked....
What are your biggest challenges? Finishing what I start. That was one of the easiest questions I’ve had to answer in quite a while. Surely, no one has noticed, but this morning I posted a poem on my website for the 68th day in a row. I have been following prompts by my favorite living poet, Maya Stein, and with only 22 days left in this 90 day project, I...
You always take care of the dirty dishes. Always. I can’t remember the last time my hands slid in slimy, sudsy soap water. You always take the trash out. You always bring things down to the storage space so I don’t have to go down the scary stairs full of cobwebs. We were so close to making it, but not close enough. I’ll never know what glue I was missing...
What makes you feel nostalgic? It’s a new year tomorrow. It used to be such a big deal to me, celebrating the new year, but now it doesn’t matter at all, it’s just another day, and a way of marking time. I’d like tomorrow, my first day of the new year, not to be one of reflection and waxing nostalgic over anything. I am laser focused on my future and...
