the mirror that I look at myself in is old dark fractured wavy distorted it is as if these glass fragments have writing scrawled upon
A Suitable Period of Mourning
I do not have a closet full of mourning clothes I have never inked the names of my dead on my tender forearms in solemn
Morning Tanka 3
Dancing in the dark With the demons in my head I lead, they follow Our steps familiar, practiced Shall we waltz, foxtrot , tango?
Spoken Word Poetry: Phases/ Written & Performed by Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett
This is one of my very favorite pieces of Spoken word poetry. This literally makes me feel almost every emotion I am humanly capable of.
Tarot
it took time to reach the dusty crossroads but only a moment to sell my soul to The Devil a willing sacrifice I signed the
Daily Writing Prompt: Guys and Dolls
My January 2020 prompts are inspired by some of the greatest movie musicals of the last nine decades in all their politically incorrect technicolor glory.
The Daily Song-In The Dark/Matt Woods
Beautiful knife in my heart So I’m finally where I wanna be And I can’t feel my legs At the borders of reality And I’m
Petals
you peel back my layers slowly gently reverently one by one petals of a zinnia bud I take a risk resist the instinct to stay
Daily Writing Prompt: A Star Is Born
My January 2020 prompts are inspired by some of the greatest movie musicals of the last nine decades in all their politically incorrect technicolor glory.
