Hour 9 – Kit Kat I always wondered why the man with the camera would stand in various weather conditions. It wasn’t until he sat down out come the Pandas on roller-skates then I put two and two together To not hear…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Cheese Toast
My sister and I sit at the red kitchen table eating cheese toast. The cheese stretches between our mouths and our toast until the rope breaks.
I remember the good old days – Half Marathon Poem #9
I remember the good old days It was so much better than you kids today get – we could eat all the lead paint chips we wanted, breathe in particulate-laden air, throw our garbage anywhere we wanted. And the fights! I remember this one time,…
Hour 9: Liquorice pipe
rubbery, greenish, blackish mouth watered long and sleek of two inches upwards the long worthy trek to find you, buy you and chew on you how rewarding for a barefoot rickety girl thorns left no mark in the mind yet on the little feet tuck…
Playing Fields
I stare at my desk not knowing what to do next looking over at my friend , who seems to also be in distress “oh no” , this is going to be one huge mess I let out a sigh and begin reading the first…
12 Bird Poems
IX. The Bird Tree is in a bubble I inhabit during fleeting Vermont summers. Perennials surround the tree and flank the observation porch a few feet away. Squirrels, Chipmunks, and an occasional Black Bear are also attracted by the feeders. Porch visitors comment…
Midnight (Hour #9)
23:55; all is silent — all is dark as right before the deepest hour of the night sky, the stars are sent to bed and clouds take their places. It shall rain tonight again.
I want more of always
I asked for something fun, a line, a compliment, a joke, but “…ultimately, even the sad ones can be happy.” He’s reading my book and thinking about memories. I want my book to make men think about cunninlingus, so I guess it needs an edit….
Prompt Nine
A Prize in Every Box Popcorn in the cupboard prompts a cascade of childhood memories— the boxes of ‘Cracker Jack’; once-a- week-treats, with a treasure in every box. Sunday brunch at The Owl’s Nest, dressing in fine clothes, carrying a purse with a gold…
Prompt Nine: Peanut Butter And Jelly
Peanut Butter and Jelly Only Daddy made it so good. Did he create this deliciousness? I know Mom bought the Wonder Bread, the Jif Smooth Peanut Butter and Jelly. Mom was not bad with the sandwich. But Daddy, his tasted creamier. No, Daddy…