It was me! All the colors … All the pain; All the blood, tears and laughter. The Artist saw me, through and through … Who was this man? or woman? The name on the art… only had initials. Was it that day? The day in…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Dandelion
A. Dandelion. Yellow blossom. White seeds with wings. Wishflower. B. Dandelion orb Seeds fly to find fertile ground Determined to live C. They call you a weed. Telltale yellow face in grass. Dandelion grin.
Z-School episode 2 hour 5
Z-School 2 Our friends were all dead We went to the playground Grabbed a hockey stick each More zombies came We whacked them Killed a bunch of zombies Stole a car and drove into more That was five years agonising I have killed many zombies…
Fluff and Stuff
Have you ever seen anything quite as tough As a field of off white dandelion fluff Some people love it, use it for wishes They huff and they blow Until the wishes it dishes Others are not quite as fond of this flower They will…
Nectarine
During a golden summer like honey dripping from a spoon, The nectarine tree dropped plump beauties into our hands. After a long afternoon of swimming, nothing tasted better. The nectarine tree is gone with disease and rot. Now avocado and kumquat grow. While it’s not…
Physically Here, Mentally There, Spiritually Everywhere
Prompt 20, Hour 16 I want you to write a poem about a journey, a literal or metaphorical one, but you cannot use the word journey or trip in the poem Squat crosslegged, backbone erect, shoulders pushed back slightly Eyesight straight ahead, close eyes…
Hour 16, Transition
As though the cells of my body have transitioned to another place, translated into a future me I do not yet recognize, my mind stumbles clumsily behind, aching to be reunited. I float within this space, gathering wool round the edges of my tiny universe,…
Farmhouse
In the darkening afternoon a bee alights on a flower, Little knowing the storm brewing behind her. In the farmhouse windows are latched down And valuables secured against future violence. Their lives are fragile here, and even The smallest stroke of misfortune may mean The…
Modern Mama
Erasure “A modern mama, you must lose” Prepare the baby With a cot — Lay sleeping you must. “You’re a mamma!” You need. So ignore your body? Go! Processed milk designed for man. “You’re a modern mamma!” So when little boy turns one why does he…
Road To Broadway [Prompt 20]
Child of the Arts… Dance classes … Felt like a star; in tap shoes and leotard! Begged parents to make a star… move to California? No! Mom sings opera. I hate opera. Joined the theatre… Fell in love, with theatre, of course! Mom said, “You…