3 o’clock


3 o’clock
empty cafe
just me staring at a guy
staring into space

his thoughts crackle
into the summer air
debts mounting
coffee going cold
no cash for a bun

while pastries shine
behind the glass

I think of Jean Valjean
and his stolen loaf

and hope floats in
on a stray sunbeam

maybe just maybe
this man will meet
his Bishop

(written for the Bentlily prompt – go to a cafe and write about a person there)


The sure-fire life purpose

If I had the chance
I’d be a dessert spoon
the bringer of delight

tucking into delectation
every time

brain to hand
sending frantic messages
hurry hurry hurry

mouth closing in
tongue in rapture
lips in melting caress

transporting pleasure
every time

how could you go wrong
with a life purpose
such as that?

(written for the Bentlily prompt – write a poem about an appliance you love or love to be)

Rain cloud Mother


I felt it the moment
I let you go
bursting my birth sac

and you rushing headlong
to meet that other mother
that steadfast one

singing as you fell
racing each other

like little sperms intent
on meeting those seeds
waiting for your embrace

that sweetness of release
for I, the surrogate
had only held you for her


(written for the Bentlily prompt – Rain -from the perspective of the clouds)