Day 12 — OctWriPoMo — Flash Vent

image link This poem is not about roofing materials.  I named the poem Flash Vent, then put that in the yahoo image search and this is one of the jpgs that showed up.  Since I love copper workmanship and liked the look of the workmanship in the photo I kept it. As you will see…

Day 11 — OctWriPoMo — Fall Haiku

sheets of pink-tinged grey raise walls between the orange orb and our sun-starved eyes yellowed grapefruit leaves — carting them inside where it’s warm saves trees from frost’s kill TPJPhoto.net — excellent photographer!!!!! spoonbills, herons, storks huddle together for warmth — not so much low tide  

Day 10 — OctWriPoMo — Blue Eyes*

image link This poem needs an introduction. First, this is *not* an autobiographical piece.  It *is*, however, a composite of some of the stories I’ve heard from the victims of sex trafficking.  It’s *not* for the weak-hearted.  It *is* a story that needs to be told. Secondly, the way it is put together is experimental…

Mindhive

MINDHIVE Thoughts. Where’s your home? Great beehive, honey. Networks of chambers filled with honeycomb gold. Mined sometimes with great care.  Sometimes shoveled out, clumped. Drones, unconscious, crawl the comb, vibing veins that must drip on the page; words dripping this way and that. They work tirelessly to empty it. Queen, Great Mother, makes sure drones…

Day 7 — OctWriPoMo — Arrow

Pierce Arrow hood ornament Gilmore Car Museum 2014 Arrow Your jaw went slack.  Your eyes went wide. You gasped for air. I hit my stride.  Morning’s regret will wait.

Shadows

The man today* said, Close your eyes and try to visualize the last person who you saw who was ashamed and see where you feel it in your body. I visualize my mother, trying to understand my brother kicking her out. Then I visualize my ex, trying to make amends. Awkward smiles, with a hint…