It seems this is the year for serious (and I mean SERIOUS!) Spring cleaning here at the Tryptophan household. …

A one line poem for LaMar Going’s Chalkboard prompt “Space” A spark bridges a gap, Creating all that is; Without here and there, no space would exist, No movement would animate the universe, Open-ended, zero entropy, no excitement, No sparkling light emissions, no reactions of life — Space is change, Space is imagination made manifest. Here’s where the fun is: Space Man will stretch his puny arm And summon God To breach the firmament That frozen minster Where ice and diamonds reign…medium.com

In celebration of One Line poems, National Poetry Month, and the process whereby words coalesce into poetry… Perspective: All of us are nodes of perspective, the many eyes of the universe. Promises: Our next breaths engender a promised renewal. Follow: Lightly tread the paths; follow the clues, though you know…

A one line poem for Sheryl Martin’s Chalkboard prompt “Presence” I tell myself… Don’t keep looking at yourself in the mirror; You will never see that frozen moment, Only the realization that it has passed in a breath of recognition. Join the fun here: Presence A one line poetry promptmedium.com

Days spent in sixty-cycle automation, I sift the junk of many years All day. Then, drugged against the pain Of rubbing, disintegrating joints, I collapse in the snug bedtime To read, to turn off the monkey Typing madly in my head, As it spins in pointless circles. I would wish to design A single lovely thought — But I can’t stay awake Long enough. So this is it. ‘Night y’all. 8D

I don’t know how many of you out there remember that I had previously undertaken a post-a-day writing challenge here on Medium. Lately, I’ve begun to slip away, and I have recently been almost completely absent on the site. Part of that is due to a whole lot of home…

A Sapphic stanza for ιovε, Zev’s Poetry in Form guest prompt “Sensual Sapphics” I try to convey my love in slow caress; His mushroom brown eyes, saucer-like, drink me in. Entranced by the moment, I hold back the fear That I will lose him. Betta Tryptophan for Poetry in Form.

A one line poem for Chris Coolsma’s Chalkboard prompt “Wrinkles” Smoothing down the sheets, I notice new wrinkles form As I’m trying to flatten others, Becoming an eternal Zen process Or a game of whack-a-mole, Depending on my attitude. Here’s where all the fun is: Wrinkles One Line Promptmedium.com

Tomorrow I am going to look at a Dodge Grand Caravan, because, well, I can’t afford a Toyota Sienna or the forever unreachable ideal of the Honda Odyssey. Such are the compromises of a limited income. …