Daily Prompts
–Freedom, to me, is the ability to live authentically without coercion—external or internal. It’s not just the absence of chains, but the…
SIPS AND VERSES
–Soda’s Serenade Beneath a pop, the fizz awakes, a serenade of bubbles breaks. A sip, a rush, the sweet cascade, In shades…
Collapse Chronicles
–Collapse Chronicles Entry #7:“The Sky is a Scar” Scrawled in charcoal across the interior ceiling of an overturned livestock trailer, found along…
Daily Prompts
–Of course part two and again from the The Myth of Sisyphus. Carved from the bones of absurdity and laced with a…
Newpaper Poetry
–Read, Paper, Read (Ode to the Newspaper(To the tune of “Ride Captain Ride”) [Verse 1]Seventy brave little towns,Sent the morning truth around—Black…
SIPS AND VERSES
–Green Tea – Verdant Vigil In mornings serene, a vigil kept, With leaves of green, where whispers slept. A steep of time,…
SIPS AND VERSES
–In the realm of spirits, clear and bright, Lies vodka, a beacon of light. Distilled from grain, from potato’s heart, In every…
Collapse Chronicles
–Collapse Chronicles Entry #5: “Static in the Blood” Scratched onto the back of an old laminated public bus schedule. Found wedged inside…
SIPS AND VERSES
–In the pop of a cork, joy’s bubbles rise, Champagne, a symbol of grand surprise. Golden streams in fluted glass, Moments of…
Collapse Chronicles
–Collapse Chronicles Entry #4: “The Long Walk Home” Scrawled in faded ink on the back of a 5th-grade science fair project poster.…
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