Grand Mastery

  I’ve always wished to be expert at chess, but I overthink every move and lose my pawns and queen in the oldest, quickest thrashing in the book. — I have a knack for completely overthinking things. The reference in this short verse reminds me of a line from “Escucha.” During the dance, the poet/narrator

Housebound

If the sky was perfect inside the house finch he would not beat the red thoughts around his feathered crown, nor collapse his brown-grey wings. — This poem, like a few others written during this month, was inspired by a writing prompt provided by Poem A Day October. The prompt provided an online random image generator