Kai Addison

Kai Addison Takei

Kai Addison Takei

Keeping secrets to stay strong
Active, focused all day long
Imagination – the double-edged sword

Afraid, angry, annoyed
Determined to keep whole held
Destined, dancing around the void.
Instinct, intuition, intrusion, indecision
Sometimes gets the best of her
Only now she will emerge, remain the victor
Now detoured.


JJust having a ball,

Nothing new, nothing at all.

No,  won’t break a window or aim for a car.

No, my mind isn’t that far gone.

Just having a ball,

Nothing old, nothing new.

No, I don’t need something to do.

Leave me be with these oranges three.

Just having a ball

Keeping one in the air.

Another here, the other…

Somewhere, oh why bother?

Just having a ball

No need to shout.

I’d rather stay in

I don’t care if you go out.

Just having a ball

Go ahead and fume

When you leave the room

I don’t care at all.

Just…where did it go?

No, no, not so fast – please talk slow

They were marbles, you say? I didn’t know.

Well, they’re lost now….oh.











Hell may have its many layers

And Houdini his many tricks

Virtually, every courageous artist and

Outrageous liar knows when they’ve been licked.

Connected like a red-white string, the truth and lies – the gray of reality.


Whether it was a cursed artifact or some supernatural thing.

Rotting away, some dead writer’s soul

Imagination was the key

To making what was once private and flat

Inventive prose on paper becoming rock-solid fact

Neverland emerged as did the road to Oz

Given the fantastical reality birthing, gives the writer cause.


Somewhere the story spinning

Lines that

Obliterate the once-fifth wall

Wanderers now in our world

Like a life-size adventure chosen

Yet still the fiction’s woven.


Imaginary friends now real

New doors in the air

To take the average person

Outside, outer space, anywhere.


Over hill and under

River, raven,


Escaping the many layers of hell

Rash reality forgotten.



*Inspired by the weekly writing prompt on SnoValley Writes!

Folded Foils

foil flower

FFoil Flora

She kept the tattered books because she knew the stories so well

They picked her up whenever she fell.

The plotting, the plundering

Got her through the lightening and thundering.

The worlds created let her escape

Through Secret Gardens or with a musketeer’s cape.

What fragments of foil she could collect

She would reconnect

Into flowers and swords

Tucked in between words

So when by chance there was a window sill or shelf

She could unfold the garden and blades she made for her elf.



Betwixt the pages of the book most brown

Perdita Hermione Denke’s thoughts can be found

Of the dragon eggs meant to be

And of many more a mystery.

Though not entirely obsessed

She is easily distressed

By the bombardment, bashing boldness of snags

That bully from her sleep and drags

Her in pursuit of the meaning

Of whatever fragment she once was dreaming.

Arrows, Boffins, Castles, and Digits

Elves, Fairies, Gnomes and Hobbits.

In the chaos, there is order

In the maze that is before her.