To the Board of Sweet Grace — Grace’s Council — Open One fine day a little dit of a field-mouse, so tiny and meek, an avid reader of letters came to a freeze; dry-iced to her fav’rite spot at Grace’s library. As her teeny wee heart echoed her beat, she got stuck in a motion-less world stuck in an emotion-filled peeve. …

I write my wonder — My child wanders in a crustless cruel world nap-lands school of never-more pie turtle-dove left dry & high but in gentle lapping of pav’s lullaby watching from my windowless cart of confusion I write you my letters of wonder in hells sweltered skelter without condition — how will you rise my love…

The aftertaste of your whisky breath — The aftertaste of your whisky breath burns the hurt I miss lies graze upon my breastbone friend zones tease along my ribs Mystery is a mystic rose pines a lucky desert seven neighbors tacos on the table prime time pizzas at eleven But murder is on the corners and truth resides…

In for the long hall — Who’s my aunt, Ma? — Whose legendry smile lives in the past. My Aunt Cookie pearls me invisible bakes Where to wear her heirloom cakes? — a magical hug, a rug which casts time travelers throw Color checks post blanket security code Crotchet’s companion worn with magic pj’s Checkers protect…

Submissions for The RvR — An invitation for you to write for our new publication, ‘The RvR’ — home for ekphrastic expression is currently: CLOSED The RvR has come to fruition to support the arts and the artist within. We are all about allowing your own art to inspire your writing…visual, sensorial, emotive…we want you to let your header image speak your style. The sky’s the limit…until it’s not…we are looking for…we don’t know what…

With stable hands — If I was the maker of a big top tent I’d build a ladder to the crown To help me keep it clean I’d belong to some nation’s chain Find some service hands And bring some milk for tea Put it in the fridge (No, a portable esky) If I could climb the highest point I’d take the elevator…

Six-word photo-story with a splash of twittle — [Ground-Breaking News]: “Mercury jeweled key asteroids for peace” Fragm’nt joy on speed shoots breeze Hellbent to lead hopes plea Breaks void, all laws Risks all for frail foot-hold on peace

Taste the fruit of liberty — 🪶 Open up your heart to break the glass ceiling on any self imposed limitations & let your spirit sky freeღ Take your time to remove the binds Look inside for the lock that blinds For the tree that shakes from the hand of love Is a pure obsession, solace his grace Silenced in…

The art of pure innocence — Seven chains test my tensile strength As tree fruit wattles destiny zests To secure wooden banks cherubim sent Wise are my eyes to my child at play Willing to work the warrior way Taking the reign in a worrisome world Where sacrifice made on a given day Yields victorious as all comes to pass Born to the…