50-Word Story: Hauntings (For Toni & Vern)

He never really left. His clothes and belongings were gone. Yet, every time I made tea or pet the cat, he sat there. Every time I bathed, his hands were soaping me. Having… Continue reading

Three Haiku Poems – Broodish

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings. Bram Stoker, Dracula Loneliness will sit in a corner of my room – brooding and childish. She’ll rock in my chair – combing droopy… Continue reading

Blue – Inspired by Ali’s Art – FREE GIVEAWAY!

Blue lives with me here. He likes to frown and sip tea that’s made from my tears. By Poet Rummager Fabulous Event Contributors When I’m in motion, I can express my emotion. But… Continue reading

Cyber Seas

I’ll send you my best thoughts and be kind. Your shadows I’ll tuck away. I don’t know how to ease your mind, or what words I can possibly say. Yet, here we can… Continue reading

Five Haiku Poems: Mask to Skin (For Carrie)

I take off my mask and touch the wounds in my soul. Light shines through the holes. Pain now transparent, I see varied shades of red. Bleeding is widespread. Blood pools on the… Continue reading

Ferocious – Inspired by Jodi’s Monsters

I’ll be your love monster. Ferocious in my hugs for you. Little nibbling bites here and there – on your earlobes, too. I’ll roar on mountaintops. I’ll roar on seashores. I’ll roar from… Continue reading

Soul Searching

Illustration by Poet Rummager I’ve hung the missing posters – stapled them to light poles. Only the wind answers back in haughty undertones. Fool, it huffs, as it slaps my face, Humanity is… Continue reading

Haiku Film – Save A Life

Don’t shoot when you’re mad. Write feelings down in poems. Save a life – Haiku. I hope you enjoyed my 12 second microfilm! I’m now offering the gun pen with my original handwritten… Continue reading

Caravaggio Dreams

Ah, Caravaggio, you come to me in a dream. We both hold on to the darkness – painting canvases seeped in sanguine. Red is the color of my cheeks as I blush when… Continue reading

Dream for Me

Upon my pillow, visions of things that could be.  All gone. Dream for me.  My words are to thank those who gave their lives, so we may continue to dream.