Poetry Marathon Anthology – Call for Submissions Second Hour  Musiq Music is my sanctuary, I make homage to this throne, for healing my mind and my soul when I’m troubled or alone. Manifold melodies; ethereal  tones. Lost in genres of classic, jazz, gospel R&B then…

Beautiful, misty morning, thank you! I am Blessed! I am glad for last night’s peaceful rest! When wispy clouds disappear, I am sure the hazy skies will clear! I am starting out a bit slow, But I am sure I’ll get better as I go!…

I am here, writing as my mind skips like a scratched disc. I delete words and start over. Fragmented poems have disappeared and I haven’t waved goodbye.   I am burying shame in its grave, a deep frown on my face. Let it go, I…

I get up and fight for autonomy, for a quiet space that’s mine, where nothing but words and ideas can visit. No television. No demands. Not going to happen. So, I fight daily battles for moments of my own, include thinking time on my too-long…

They journeyed back Across continents, an ocean. Through time and long-buried Memories. To stand in an emerald-green field Neatly punctuated with white Crosses, Stars of David. They were supported by Walkers, canes, wheelchairs, Each other. Their memories rushing forward Like the waves of Normandy As…

Two rooms away Enough to muffle, never enough to silence The tone carries through; Frost’s sound of sense But snarled, sharpened, and lacerating   Frustration meeting rage, puberty facing age Mother versus father, father versus son Never me, though. I only listen I can’t drown…

I am Cat. I like to lay in the sun-soaked rectangles on the floor. I feel so warm-sleepy-happy deep inside my core.   I am Cat. I want to eat the pointy plants on my window sill. If the humans could leave me be I’d…

I am the beginning, the quiet one, the reader, the nature-child I am the middle, the striver, the journalist, the professional I am the end, the mystic, the poet, the crone I am here, the desert, the mountains, the sky I am there, the boat,…

I am   the best of the times        I am the worst of times I am the morning light caught in the mist above the grass I am wounded darkness bleeding into the horizon I am water, pooling in a muddy hollow, where a small…

I am displaced I am finding my way I am feeling my power I am lifted above the chaos I am shining through I am returning the love