Day 6: Hell

Prompt: Ekphrastic poetry and The Garden of Earthly Delights   One December we’ll wake to a morning full of fog. What seems like snow is powdered glass mixed with sand — nostrils used to burning, eyes sting from soft breezes escaping between doorway cracks and broken walls, the smell of perpetual dread — the bombs […]

Day 2: Under the Eaves

Prompt: Sense of place   daffodils grow quietly under knowing eaves, predictable like teachers and staff. see them greet empty sidewalks, silent brick walls, carless streets, neighbors with drawn curtains. for once they ripen healthy, glowing like perfect stars, vibrant petals without small hands learning softness, palms curious to yellowness, fingers pliant to peace six […]