Junkyard Quotes 4, Week 1

"Do you hear the bee singing?" - I heard this as I walked passed a neighbor

Junkyard Quotes 3, Week 1

"That bug just punched me in my face." -Dairyan Dugar

Junkyard Quotes 2, Week 1

"You better get up and get some water yourself, before you have a desert storm." - Eddie Griffin

Calisthenics, Week 1

Dumpster

Flies punched the air inside a green metal
Machine, sleep until awaken by a tickle
Of two fingers, lifting to empty unwanted
treasures.

Chunks of white, liquid turned solid,
Fuzzy green cheddar and rotten meat,
Swum through my nose, leaving a polluted
Taste.

A Cabbage Patch Kid with red stringy hair,
Cotton falling out the shoulder, and both eyes
Poked out, one lying next to the melted shoe,
Put on fire by a little brother.
Dumped and replaced.

Dress shoes, mouth opened wide,
As if a story is being told.
Torn, misused, and left behind,
Replaced.

Pots and pans bang
together creating music.
Singing The Blues.
Slammed down, scratched, burned,
Replaced.

Junkyard Quotes 1, Week 1

"Lets' kill some trees." -Dr. Davidson ( I usually hear, "lets' save the trees.")

Free Entry 1, Week 1

Home

The city where Grandma splashes spices 

In her vessel. 3 tablespoons of flour and oil, 1/2 pound smoked

Sausage, sliced to fit, 1 pound boneless chicken thighs

Cut in bite-size pieces, and 2 cups of frozen cut okra,

The creation is almost finished.

Poured in a plastic wrap the soup

Flows like a flush,

Until the white grain is added.

Yum!

The city where the different cultures had intercourse,

 Birthing a child later named jazz.

Where on every corner instruments told a story,

A story we second lined to, to celebrate death, marriage,

And birth.

The city that’s stuck in a bowl with oceans crowded around for miles,

Until the water embraced it

Cleansing the sins away, creating a new beginning,

This is my city, the city I call home.