First Hour I’ll Take Next! I’ve come to the end of another career, no commendations,golden handshakes, celebrations or cheers. No one grabbed and hugged you, or said, “I’m glad you were here!” The hard work I did – forgotten, replacements already assigned, tenured but…

Hallo, Everyone, I’m Julie Onoh from Nigeria and thrilled to be a part of the poetry marathon this year. This is my first time, you see, but I fell in love with the idea of writing spontaneously. I also write poetry on Instagram and fiction…

Excited to have the Poetry Marathon back. Maritza  

As I sit outside on the porch looking out across the fields. Drinking my tea and sitting in my rocker waiting for the sun to come up. The air smells fresh and clean while it is cool outside caused by the dew on the ground…

Stuck, trapped, gasping for breath, Slave to a system waiting for death, Alone in this life everyone’s the same, Wasting the years for someone else’s name. Forty hours a week until you drop dead, Destroys the imaginations inside your head, Born a worker bee forever…

Through the blinds I used to see a tall Norwegian maple with leaves the color of tanned leather bigger than my outspread hand. It had a scar along the trunk, a long vertical burn where lightning struck one afternoon without rain or storm.   We…

Mother/Daughter Reflections   I stare at myself in the glare Of the mirror And wonder what became of My youth, my beauty. I see the same eyes, my mouth, The furrow I make with my brows When I think, And realize those have not aged….

What a big event! Moon in my yard, Until the next Marathon (Hour Twenty four-Maritza M. Mejia)

Kneading the dough? What I need is to rise An early start But the street cries The sun is yawning Ready to hypnotize Not fully there I sympathize ‘C’mon, let’s go!’ A time to bake Why we couldn’t do this When I’m more awake Already…

From space they look like pollen, (the umbrellas blooming on the beach) row after row by the shoreline, like a pollen garden planned and plotted on a grid (this section for yellow blooms, this one for the blue) with precision, obsession, waiting for the wind…