#Dream each whisper home. #vss365 #dream #5syllables

I've been dreaming a lot. My obnoxious subconscious keeps knocking at fears and the crumbling colossus of hope. But when I wake, I #sublimate the choking nightmare from my throat into the rope that binds my mind to meaning mental cleaning was never this hard. #vss365 #poetry

Give me #pulp in my orange juice: Don't sift the sadness from life- leave the strands that catch us breathless with surprising sorrow because without them, we will sip on excuse, smooth and toxic as it slides down our throats. #vss365 #micropoetry #amwriting #poetry

I couldn’t do a pull up. “Use this,” he said, looping a long #elastic band and, taking my hand, helped me stand on the thick rubber. I’m not weightless, but suddenly I’m stronger, A conqueror of physics and weakness. #vss365 #amwriting #poetry

They opened books and toys, Overjoyed and gleeful. I watched, having just taken a lethal dose of your disdain, My pain my Christmas present. You’d probably say the same about me. How do we #survive Christmas When all we do is archive our anger? #vss365

I never thought I’d wish upon a #star but now I know it actually does make a difference who you are Because who I am Isn’t enough for you. So star light, star bright, Make me lovable tonight. #BraveWrite

I watched a flock of birds rocket towards the ground scared earth-bound by some unseen threat Some pounded into the cement bodies buckling against pitiless pavement I watched them #struggle against gravity's enslavement Trying to fly with broken hearts broken wings #vss365

The #air is noisy tonight. It breathes in shaggy hiccups: losing control for a moment then regaining into stillness. I watch how the trees react, shaken by the air’s sobs then quieted as it composes. I wish for that same empathy. #vss365 #poetry #amwriting

Mars hums in the chest, Red resolve behind the ribs; Dawn learns how to move. We stumble, we start, Meter drives our passion on, No life a placeholder. Dust on restless boots, Even broken steps still count; #Mars says, begin now. #vss365 #FoxProse #OurPoetryX

“Do you want to look?” Her voice was soft, hushed, this librarian of the dusty skies. I’ve stepped towards the telescope, and pressed my eye to the open book of the heavens, #Mars suddenly red and furious This curious ability to read a page from a world so far above. #vss365

My mother has started to cry when I leave her house. By the time I’ve gathered the bags and the children and the memories: All the accessories of Christmas: She’s weeping. #Travel - life, really, Keeping us from her. #vss365 #amwriting #poetry

I colored my #dream in the hues of loss: shadows and dark blue. Don’t you know sometimes dreams cost, more than we ever expect, rejection heavy in my shoes. The silver lining of loss is still a brand of grey. #vss365 #micropoetry

Which #dream do we wake to, love? Which sweet life is ours? Let me pass you in the subway, carrying the same novel. Maybe under cathedral lights, shaken by the Gloria. We could watch the stars, Bridge one day to the next: write poems and stories We will never read. #vss365

I always use ink, not pencil, on the first of the year. We should not start with hesitation: here, instead, Let us write with firm narration, Drawing #delight from the dewdrops of confidence we collected early this morning: when everything was young. #vss365 #poetry #writing

then one day you will decide not to turn the Christmas lights on again as the abstraction of winter begins to steadily take hold #vss365 #abstraction

What is a poem, anyway? A transaction of syllables and rhyme, Trying to spring to mind some fleeting moment of #abstraction or time, or life, or unknown: so maybe, maybe, we won't feel alone. #vss365 #micropoetry #poetrycommunity

We took a walk in the fresh-fallen snow; I didn’t know if you would take my hand, But we strode silently: the land hard beneath our feet as our hearts in our chests. This quiet suits us: the best moments of #clueless reverie, Our future cloudy as the winter sky. #vss365

Let's be an #oddball in a world of straight lines, marching offbeat with a crooked grin. Let's paint the sky purple, wear mismatched socks, turn every no into a wild spin. Bless the chaos we bring to the gray the glitch, the spark, the glorious flaw. With our wonder, the dull

There are pixies living in my basement. Little ancient spirits, flitting amongst the rubber boots and my ongoing payments to that decluttering goal. I #spooked them this morning, tripping down the stairs without warning. Little flecks of magic twinkling in the air. #vss365

He cracked the glowstick, synthetic neon wick casting lucetic ambiance like some manufactured sunrise. His eyes captured mine: shattered into the depths of love's inquiry, some #delivery of solace, or promise: fragile surprise. #vss365 #micropoetry #amwriting #poetry