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RDP Thursday: Corridor Image Credits: ©PaletteNPixels In the hush before the bell rings loud,the corridor stretches, neither here nor there, a river of sunlight painted on worn linoleum,where footsteps echo like pulses of hope.Lockers line the walls, proud sentinels of secrets,brushed aluminum reflecting restless dreams,wishes tucked inside notebook marginswhile laughter floats, paper lit and…

RDP Wednesday: Button Pressing the Buttons of Self – A user manual for the daily console of existenceMorning: The Waking Button a.k.a. Reality.exe Has CrashedEvery morning, without consent, you press the Waking Button. Reality loads, and like any good operating system, it immediately glitches. Toothpaste leaps into the sink like it’s auditioning for Cirque du Soleil. Your socks? Gone, except…

RDP Tuesday: Home Movie On a quiet day, dust danced in shafts of light,I found a DVD wedged between forgotten shelves, faded label, whispered promise.Press play, and suddenly the world unfurled,familiar faces, laughter caught in grainy frames,a flickering portal to the heartbeats of my past. Image Credits: ©PaletteNPixels Just like you can never be,the child again beneath the swaying trees,…

RDP Monday: Noteworthy Noteworthy, The Word That Thinks It’s More Important Than You.Every word in English has a personality. “Cool” is the laid back teenager who shrugs at everything. “Literally” is the exasperated adult constantly misunderstood. “Moist” is the awkward cousin no one wants to sit next to at Thanksgiving.And then there’s noteworthy. The word that refuses to just exist, it needs…

RDP Sunday: Windblown I couldn’t resist…another windblown poem was waiting to be born. This was the joyful tumble I meant to capture all along, the kind of fun that lifts you off your feet and carries you away, light as a dandelion seed, spinning on the breeze. To my baby girl,may you dream of dandelions today,soft wishes carried on the wind,and the endless freedom to fly and play. Image…

RDP Sunday: Windblown She was windblown, not in the trivial scatter of hair,nor the careless flurry of garments undone,but in the marrow’s secret trembling,where existence itself loosens its grip,and the scaffolds of certaintycrack beneath invisible gales. Image Credits: ©PaletteNPixels Inside her, currents warred, hope’s fragile lanternflickering against despair’s eclipse,purpose tangling…

RDP Saturday: Label They place a word upon my name,A tidy box, a tag, a frame.It lingers there, too sharp, too tight,It hides my colors, dims my light.That label whispers, loud and near,It shapes the way the world will hear.A single word, a heavy chain,Yet I am oceans, not a lane. Image Credits: ©PaletteNPixels You say “too much,” or “not enough,”That I am fragile, odd, or tough.But all these…

RDP Friday: Time When Wells Met Einstein Over Tea With Time Rolling Its Eyes Image Credits: ©PaletteNPixels H.G. Wells stirred his teacup slow,“Time’s just a train, I make it go!All aboard, past or future’s your stop,Tickets, please! Mind the cosmic hop.”Einstein chuckled, hair untamed,“My dear friend, your timetable is misframed.Time isn’t tracks, with tidy clacks,It stretches, bends,…