When the world comes crashing down You know where I’ll be, We’ll have Irish scones And wash it down with some tea. How would you like your scones, my love- Jam? Clotted cream? I hope the tea isn’t too hot, my love I hope it…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Poem 7, Prompt 19
blue blue spaghetti tendrils, squidlike, bluebottle, apolemia (apparently) wide eyes, the thing can see, stingray vision, popeye traversing the ocean a voyager, a hunter, a predator, a pirate, captain tentacle alien of the ocean, stranger of the seas, siphon of the deep it’s real and…
My Billionaire Dad
There is nothing in this world that is beyond me. I am the son of a billionaire dad And as the heir to his empire, the world eats from the palm of my hand There is nothing in this world that is above me…
A Very Irish Story
Prompt 18 : narrative poem about an incident during my travels in Ireland It happened one evening in a town called Dingle that found me in a pub I was dining quite single A new phone served as a conversation starter and saw…
The History of Thought
Prompt 17 (Half Marathon 2 Hour 5) As I write this poem in a Google Doc My thoughts turn to Mesopotamia To scribes meticulously carving each letter on stone Laying the foundation of centuries of literature So far, I have used backspace at least five…
Three AM
Three AM writer- Finds quiet in the world around But quiet inside, too
Round and round #6
the world turns round and round never stopping for a moment moving faster and faster ever changing and evolving except one day it all stops the world has changed we’ve all been stopped in our tracks by a virus moving faster and faster ever changing…
Poem 6, Prompt 18
Jack and I, we hit the road We took a trip by van We trundled up the highway Seeking seawater and sand It took three days to get there Spending nights in one-horse towns Singing shanties by the fire Filling silence up with sound Destination…
The Evil Granny
It was a cold day in December Then we visit relative for Christmas food Granny, a hypocrite do-gooder Holds her smile with a glassy smirk Plastered on her face With a mischievous hide up her behind “I love you” was her code for “I hate…
a forgiveness [hour 18]
it’s a cliche that everyone has a crazy uncle and maybe it’s true; it was for us. my crazy uncle was the uncle we knew best and who we adored more than all the others. he held sleepovers for me and my siblings in the…