Tagged: score

racing the sun to

someone is keeping

stained with specks of juice –

when we meet, we score

when we meet, we score
our edges, cross-hatch the grooves,
make every attempt

to see eye-to-eye, or close
enough for understanding

** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: cross-hatch

three days before heading

three days before heading
home, a ball of nerves
tumbles in the chest,
jostled and batted around
like the best
game of post-election
pinball ever played,
where the score is
already in the trillions,
you’re playing right
into enemy territory,
and all the flashing
lights, bells and noise-
makers seem to only make
the ball move faster –
keeping up is essentially
adding so many
zeroes and counting on
that slingshot save


it is tomato

under the shelter

we are required

loss is sometimes found

loss is sometimes found
in the folds of
bedsheets –
the score is always
uncertain, but
you know you
want to
play again