Little Free Photos

Anthony is off writing somewhere distant. I am still here randomly, discovering new voices, sharing original pictures for poem prompts, listening to bird song. How is your summer? What is capturing your imagination?

Little Free Photos

Trying something new!! Leave some descriptive words in the comment section. Take some words with you. Use the inspiring words in a poem. Post the poem on your blog. You are welcome to use my photo in the blog post. You can share the blog link in the comments so we can visit your blogContinue reading “Little Free Photos”

Making Beauty (The Beholder Knows)

“A child’s life is like a piece of paper on which every passerby leaves a mark.” -Chinese Proverb Every word I read on WP is shared here with good intention to pass along words of encouragement or healing or spur on thought. To have us look beyond ourselves and see others. To imagine a worldContinue reading “Making Beauty (The Beholder Knows)”

Effervescent—Sameera

This air has a persistent feeling of death. I can hear cries of mothers. Their wail is loud enough to choke the molecules around my ear yet I keep my eyes on the wall and watch the bricks falling. Sitting inside a home feels worse when spring is falling asleep. On the tender branch ofContinue reading “Effervescent—Sameera”

Motif Lately —Daniel Paul Marshall

Motif Lately   The bloated bleating, cross-wired metonym. A chasm, chiasmus;—this stainless steel fork & knife for splitting pictures of a body. Folds & creases in zoom, gorges—the eyeball, scrupulous, dilated pupils: Earth from space, cocooned in the milk of gods—a lukewarm swab to rim the eyes, crusty rheum scooped out; the thankless trees, becomeContinue reading “Motif Lately —Daniel Paul Marshall”

She Loves Broken Things —Sidharth

As the moon malevolently beams My nightmares blossom like roses during springs. But tonight, I hope to meet her in my dreams For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things. I’ve heard, in her eyes burn countless constellations While that winged seraph plays her harp’s strings. Hopefully, she’ll quell my horror laden hallucinations For, I’ve heard,Continue reading “She Loves Broken Things —Sidharth”