Coffee

Coffee coffee buzzbuzzbuzz

I was addicted to coffee

had it everyday

about the same time

double shot

Espresso

Coffee coffee buzzbuzz

double shot

seeped in flavor

magical beans

ground fresh

Coffee coffee buzz

welcome the first sip

aroma too

dark with crema

Coffee coffee

don’t need the buzz

no addiction

Coffee

I quit

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dVerse prompt on Ben and Jerry’s ice cream flavors. I chose Coffee coffee buzzbuzzbuzz because I quit drinking it but still grave it.

Coffee

Crossroads

“My battery is low and it’s getting dark.” Mars rover Opportunity

I slept deeply under the strawberry moon

had dreams of your fear of traffic

you would not cross the highway

even though the signs were clear

you were lying on the sidewalk

unable to get up and move

while I was at the other side

waiting and calling

I had to go on

alone

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dVerse prompt using a quote from a list. I loved the quote from the Mars rover.

Crossroads

The Magpies

When just a boy

his Aunt Eva sat at table

playing cards with her friends

they called themselves The Magpies

and he crawled beneath

among their sequoia legs

while over head the squawking

of the birds

At the internment of this aunt

one lone magpie

flew into the small cemetery

as if to say

I am here

I am here

remember me

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dVerse prompt to write a corvid poem

The Magpies

Chalk Downs

Chalk hills

exposed—

Salisbury Plains

Where downs meet sea—

White Cliffs

of Dover

I travel north—

Yorkshire Wolds

west to the River Nidd

Pateley Bridge

Summerbridge

Glasshouses

Hampsthwaite

where old Mr Wainwright

showed me the plaque

of William Makepeace Thackeray

who was burned at the stake

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dVerse prompt to write a quadrille using the word chalk.

Chalk Downs

Underwater

When I was ten, I learned to swim. To hold my breath, submerge, and move underwater. Only the torso, legs and arms of other people were visible. No heads. I never timed these underwater adventures but swam about like some kind of fish. Eyes open but no gills; just my expanded lungs, increasing capacity to stay under longer and longer. I became an orca scouting its prey. My feet, the fluke, pounding surface with each new breath. My mouth spewing water into the sunshine.

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NaPoWriMo Day 8 prompt to write your alter ego.

Underwater

In Mother’s Room

I am in my mother’s room. It was the kitchen. Here she was the boss. The pots and pans were hers, the dishes, all the ingredients that fed the family. She kept us together with her mashed potatoes, green beans and meat loaf.

She nourished us with sweets made each Sunday. She poured the cereal of life into us each morning and sometimes when it was 20 below zero outside, she called from the kitchen, “Jane, French toast is ready.”

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dVerse prompt to write from a first line of a novel. I used Samuel Beckett’s “I am in my mother’s room.”

In Mother’s Room