junipers

As many of you know, I wrote 108 poems during NaPo so *ahem* I must claim that record. Here is a link to my thread if you want to make ...

poem #108: lacking inspiration i don't know what to write my hands are tied tight i have no inspiration and i am working on a deadline

poem #107: prineville (part 3) bright little stars come out lighting the way for us little children to play.

poem #106: prineville (part 2) getting around the dinner table chatter and the smell of barbecue filling the air later the moon lighting the way to run through sagebrush and ...

poem #105: prineville (part 1) (probably the 50th poem about it but...) on the treetop looking out at the bright orange sun setting behind the mountains. the smell of juniper ...

poem #104: cruelty I can't find out no one can say when the cruelty came here when it will go away I've tried to chase it but it spreads like ...

poem #103: water balloons it is a hot summer day the sun beating down on our backs and the air as dry as a bone but we are throwing water ...

poem #102: coca cola bottles dusty light green glass inscribed coca cola bottles sitting on the top shelf of the old garage waiting to be discovered cleaned, dust wiped off ...

poem #101: feeling empty because i have everything I need i put my shoes on but i feel empty inside i do not know why

poem #100: magic some people say that it is wands and being able to fly without anything supporting you that is some kind of magic but true magic is knowing ...

poem #99: houses we drive past little houses sideyards lined with neat, trimmed hedges clean cut grass and white picket fences. we continue driving. the yards are full of weeds ...

poem #97: silence fragile delicate uninterrupted silence never leaving the room that i sit in waiting for life to begin like rapunzel from tangled. when will my life begin and ...

The children who died are ghosts. They wander what used to be the school in

poem #96: squirrel (a cinquain) squirrel jumping, balancing, eating sadly, they are hibernating mammals

poem #95: is it possible how is it possible to not keep secrets? our deepest, darkest thoughts told, vulnerable to the whole world? is it possible to confess our deepest ...