Michellia Wilson Poetry Marathon Hour 9 (2021)   THE WOMAN THINKS The interests of the woman, alone more than twenty years, musters poor judgement on the stage of the world. She questions the fog rolling yonder over far away hills, so thick, the moisture dowses…

A warrior who declines to fight needs counsel. So, he confides in his friend, his trusted charioteer. “Tell me what I should do? I see my family, friends, and rulers before me. My job calls me to slaughter them. My calling is to love my…

A whisper Can I whisper my thoughts? They are many, you see Can I whisper my feelings? They are a myriad Can I whisper my intent? They are floating, still Can I whisper my plans? Myopic though they might be Can I whisper me? Weird,…

The Almighty Boss I can do exactly as it pleases me I can hire and fire! I do away with people Because I am the Almighty Boss My word is law No one dare gainsay me I am the constituted authority Because I am the…

Do not fret don’t be sad if today you have failed If things didn’t go and happen as planned After all my friend tomorrow is another day There is hope there is hope just work hard and pray If people you hope to help didn’t…

Dear Reader: We are about to take you on the greatest and most important trip of your life- bringing and dreaming your soul home, tonight!   Do you dare to dream and surrender to sleep? Race away from Anxiety or stay and fight the foe…

“What is normal?” I’ve been asking for years And perhaps it’s because I’ve never felt it What others consider run-of-the-mill or benign Seems completely alien to me And the opposite is true, what comes naturally Appears to feel foreign in your skin And then the…

Prompt 7:   Silenced normal From the hope for a change in silence, normal had drawn a line of seperation condemning instinctive certainty.   Source: Bronte, Charlotte. Jane Eyre. Wordsworth Editions, 1992. P.43. Print.

Choose to live a life brave, full of wonder, even So the sea can see. Surviving Savannah by Patti Callahan   American Dirt Covering our white privilege Ignoring others.   Forced on a journey, A mother and son, they move greeted by struggle.   But…

Silence is not golden. At present, it is a pounding, penetrating reminder of failure. The air conditioner comes on from time to time my sole sound companion; as it achieves a loud monophonic bluster, I just want it to end. I can take the heat…