HOUR 12 WHEN WE VISITED LOURDES We visited Lourdes (France), like all devout Catholics, to ask for favors. Our girls were two and one. The younger one had a milk allergy, and drank protein milk, which resulted in poop of the foulest odor….
Category: Half Marathon Poem
She’s Remarkable – Hour 15
She was nothing remarkable at least, that’s what I kept telling myself truth is: she was everything I wanted everything I needed everything I deserve Amazingly, I had her she was in my grasp I held tight perhaps too tight I should have let her…
Green (Hour 14)
Green wall with a diamond shape Looking at my phone Green Hooded sweater Sitting all alone. I am not a clone I am just an image We are not apart It is just a scrimmage. 10 more poems to finish I am filled with venoms…
Turning 60 Hour #12 9/2/2023
I pray differently now No bells, whistles, thou’s or therefore’s I pray mostly like a fool Just foolish enough to trust silence Will laugh at my arrogance And bandage my wounds I pray like a man who knows endings And who trusts next steps I…
Hour 14 – A World Without Verbs
A world without verbs [] a world where I [] not [] able to [] what I [] and [] what I [] and it [] a world of confusion, misunderstanding, and possibly, division. Language [] togetherness, but only among those who [] it. So…
hour 12
write a poem that feels like a dream flashing blue lights don’t make my pulse pick up or my shoulders tighten or the possibility of my life flicker in and out flashing blue lights are just that: alternating hues of brightness a color between…
Hour Ten
Redaction The choice to censor myself Is not one that I want to make, Redaction is not for the likes Of poets like me. I perfer to spill my verse More honestly… Without the markers Cross to hide the dream I want to…
Natasha
HOUR 11 NATASHA When I was expecting my first child, I worried through the nine months. I imagined every bad scenario After her birth, I counted her fingers and toes, and listened to her breathing during the night. Three months later, I was pregnant…
Blue Moon Hour #11 9/2/2023
Moon at my back porch God’s eye and holy stoppage Humid August breeze
hour 11
my room in the first apartment that i’ve paid rent for doesn’t have a closet it took months of brainstorming & experimentation to find some system for clothing storage i guess it helps to have no room for hiding no space for baggage or maybe…