Writer’s Block By Mandi I sit down To write a poem Anticipation Ideas frenetically bound across my mind I adjust my chair My light Stretch my back This isn’t good The lighting is all wrong How many syllables in a haiku? What rhymes with orange? Do I need to buy milk? I grab paper and [...]

Drought By Mandi A drought comes to the land Once fertile valleys wither Dust blows in billowing clouds Emerald fades into burnt sienna Life slows to a creeping crawl Hope fades like a forgotten flower As Technicolor turns to sepia A pale horse’s cadence can be heard Forlorn and adrift And then a single drop [...]

A drought comes to the land Once fertile valleys wither Dust blows in billowing clouds Emerald fades into burnt sienna Life slows to a creeping crawl Hope fades like a forgotten flower As Technicolor turns to sepia A pale horse’s cadence can be heard Forlorn and adrift And then a single drop A tear from [...]

I sit down To write a poem Anticipation Ideas frenetically bound across my mind I adjust my chair My light Stretch my back This isn’t good The lighting is all wrong How many syllables in a haiku? What rhymes with orange? Do I need to buy milk? I grab paper and a pen A lifeboat [...]