In My Home Office

In my home office

a demanding task

never time for a cover-up

as I sit near my coffee cup

 

upright at my standing desk

there’s no time to letup

have at least 3 computer screens

as I work during this quarantine

 

just do a personal checkup

in a fit of hygiene

sterilize my triple keyboard

this practice not to be ignored

 

getting tired but must reconvene

keep it real not overboard

here on my wall the world map

putting together my word wrap

 

there is so much unexplored

new words for my legal rap

surrounded by photographs

always helps with my paragraphs

 

piles of paper on my lap

hope right now I don’t collapse

mail ordered a rocker board

never enough java stored

 

thinking of days with giraffes

praying to God I don’t get bored

now it’s time to light the lamp

end the day with writer’s cramp

 

night sets sail— come aboard

tackle this case like a champ

excuse me for I hear the printer

thankful to be the breadwinner

 

someday I’ll be out of home camp

anyday or perhaps midwinter

meanwhile I must be cautious

taking care to not feel nauseous

 

 

imagining a lobster dinner

stuck here in my home office

looking so statuesque

this is my manifest

Fill the Day

Fill the day

with discernment

new language

& the Spirit

create a spa

for the mind

& the skin

purification

of the pores

& receptors

of the brain

take in the sun rays

& maniacal rains

stand under heavens

& weepingly smile

My God

 

 

 

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deVerse quadrille on the word fill

Name It

a dream came

there is power

in a name—

in the naming of a thing

Glow

A setting sun

makes faces glow

it reflects

on the passing day

sparkles sand

makes sea shine

lingers on the surface

of earth

makes it golden or pink

before it disappears

leaves colors

temporarily

dangling on clouds

brilliant

in its display

worthy of audience

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dVerse prompt to write a quadrille using the word glow

Photo on the beach Pine Cliffs in the Algarve, Portugal

Beyond the Arroyo

I have heard a cow grunt before giving birth. Sometime for days, I have heard a cow bellow when their calf is taken away. Many times I have heard the moo when the feed truck comes but never did I imagine that I would hear a cow scream. It happened last summer when fierce rains gathered and swelled the dry gulch with fast, moving water, getting deeper and deeper. I could hear it sounding from over the ridge. “A cow is screaming across the arroyo,” I said to myself.

I drove to the ridge top and there was the tragedy unfolding; the cow being swept away by the new-formed current, its footing gone and moving downstream on its flank side, no hoofs on the ground. No matter how much effort was observed, it could not right itself. I watched until I could see it no more.

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dVerse prompt flash fiction using the quote by James Harrison

I want to write like Dali

I want to write like Dali painted

disjointed

everything capable

of fluidity whether a horse

or time

or an elephant and rhino on stilts

elongate the llllllls

create more holes in the OOOOOOs

put a whole world inside just one

put a landscape on the table

a seascape in knees

find paragraphs

that grow trees

 

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dVerse prompt on surrealism

 

 

 

It is late…..

It is late and I am going to bed.  There is a scratching sound then it stops.  Could it be a bug or a mouse trying to get out of this basket?  I shake the basket.  No sound.  The sound comes again.  I look around and there it is.  A gecko is half in and half out of my writing book. It has clawed its way out of the pages of paper.  Bright green with little eyes, tail and hind legs still in the book.  I carry the book outside and free it like a poem into the night air.