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A Place…a story poem…

I think somewhere
there’s a PLACE
where gender roles
are reversed
a Place where
women are strong
and in charge
a Place where
men are never fully
where they are
seen as objects
and are worth
a Place
where males
have no rights
a Place
where violence
against men
is the norm
and completely
a Place
where there are
Male Shelters
for those men
who are beaten
and broken
a Place
where men have no voice
and their bodies
are for sale
or simply taken
a Place
where men’s choices
are severely limited
and they live
in constant fear
I think there is
a Place like that
it’s a Place
many women
call Heaven


Photos:  Bjorin Pierre

Margo and Scott…a story poem

Girl, Adventure, Moon, Dog, Travel

and her best friend
looked out of the round window
and saw the moon
and the stars
they saw the big dipper
and other
Margo turned to Scott
and asked if he thought that
someone looking at the earth
from very far away
saw them in a constellation as well
and if so
what would it be called
Scott thought hard
and then barked
Margo wiped a tear
from her eye
and nodded
that’s what I thought too
she said sadly
but if they just saw
you and me
they would call it


Photo:  Pixabay

Time City…a story poem

Steampunk, City, Clock, Clock City

Time City
housed ten million people
each implanted
with a silver Time chip
at birth
people lived
and died
by the clock
each chip
was randomly coded
with a time limit
how long you lived
was determined
by how much time
your chip held
when you reached your limit
the chip shut down
and so did you


Photo:  Pixabay

This is for Holly…

she was bad
and beautiful
on Halloween night
when her bike
came alive
looking for a
good time
people stood back
and watched her
ride down the street
her red hair fluttering
behind her
a smirk on her face
she was one bad-ass
sipping on a Frosty
and doing her thing



Photo:  Mauricio Leduc

She…a story poem

she lives on a tiny island
of her own making
she can reach the shore
but when the tide is in
it makes things difficult
for others to reach her
which is the point
of having an island
in the first place
some people
just want to be left
but that seems to
so she set up
a magical barrier
over her tiny forest
and disappeared from sight
except to those who can see
now she’s visited by
and one or two
who are allowed
to stay on the grounds
and sometimes a
will show up
but they always leave
before dawn
after partying with the fairies
so she has the whole day



Photo:  Vincent Ledvina

The Fairy Path…

she walked the
Fairy Path
and every day
half way through
she sat
and listened
to their song
she thought
they would learn
to trust her
and then
they would
show themselves
and perhaps
invite her to tea


Photo:  John Thomas

The girl…

she liked it here
liked the dust
hanging in the air
and coating the floor
liked the huge pipes
the complete silence
and the light
coming in where it could
made patterns
that fed her
there was no one
to bother her
no one to interrupt her
she was alone
with the stories
the walls were telling her
the past was alive
woven in words and visions
of things that once were
she listened
so the building could
tell the secrets
it held on to
for so very long
unburdened of the past
the building brightened
and thought of a better future
the girl
sat on the dusty floor
and wrote it’s story


Photo:  Lucas Alexander

The last person…short story poem.

the last person on earth
stood looking out the window
it had been three months
since the pulse

he had been deep inside a cave
when it hit
he came out
to a different world

he could have anything he wanted
was his for the taking
he was the richest person
on the entire planet

but without the others
life had no meaning

we were never meant
to be completely alone


Photo:  Julius Espiritu




Da da da da…da da da da…the Sunrise Zone…a story poem

Asphalt Road Under Cloudy Sky

there’s no speed limit
on the road that leads to nowhere
no gas stations
or diners
just the

that never

The Pink Forest…a story poem

brown trees with red leavesthe Pink Forest
was made by a Witch
who loved
what I think should be obvious
but for those
in the bleacher seats
she loved
her hat was pink
so were
her robes
which totally
flew in the face

around her
was PINK
including her broom

maybe not everything 
I mean her familiar
a cat named Tootsie Pop
absolutely refused
to be dyed a different color
and remained black and white
in spite of the pleas from her companion
the promises of tuna fish
and as much catnip she could handle
Tootsie sand NO

others stopped by to see
the Pink Forest
and thought it was a bit
some said it looked as if the trees
were made of frosting
but there were those who loved
the Pink Forest
and it’s lovely pink trees
those who saw it’s beauty
and majesty
those were the Witches
who visited often
and life gifts for the trees
to thank them for
their magic




Photo:  Wolfgang Hasselmann

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