Pandemic Exercise (Hour 6 Half Marathon 2021) By David Hirsh After sitting and zooming For several hours Several days in a row, My legs needed a good stretching I had been sitting too long And my pulse rate Needed a little boost Even though it…

They call it the dance of the lemons – the teachers who are not given tenure after working diligently for four years – after studying in their fields for four years – and obtaining master’s degrees, too – They call it the dance of the…

“But this I can say with certainty: the mind is vaster, & the world ever so much more alive, then I knew when I began”. Opening to the universe the magic of it all Sifting through the imagery Creating, to recall. Each molecule enchanting a…

The lampposts lit up the trail As the clouds darkened the sky. The cool breeze accompanied the rain And colorful umbrellas popped the streets. The smell of vinyl from the raincoats surfaced as the kids played in the puddle.

The distance we sometimes feel- also at times craving, like an emptiness and wholeness somehow all wrapped into one. You love though, something I never wish to feel apart from. Hoping it will forever always be the closest memory I ever hold.

Les oiseaux étrangers    They say and who are they the wise who know so much about us? that where you live at eight years is always home. Maybe that is true for more than me: my home moored to an unfixed object floating through…

The Fourth Lap   Ah! The fourth lap nears its end With I bruising through lap three My head blank as a slate The prompt telling me nil Blank head breeds Blank sheet breeds Blank screen. Poetry is not a game But this is marathon…

A spring in your step may occur when vacation is at hand, Whether going far away or staying home is the plan. Skipping may occur when you have a light hearted revelry, For wandering in a funny style can bring laughter bright and free. Twirling…

— Using the text prompt: walking without the word ‘walking’ —   A stroll through the garden, A hike through the forest; Meandering through lifetimes, beneath nature’s beauty and a chorus. Our souls are porous to the wonders of all that has been seen. And…

My heart leaps along with the violin. My mind is cleared. There is hope everywhere. My cats glance up from their cat tree. Is she finally writing after a long break? Get it all out. Ideas bloom in my imagery garden. I examine from all…