V.R. Dannenberg

I am a undergrad at SOU in Ashland, OR. I also studied in Manhattan for two years, and often travel between my homes in SoCal and Mexico. While I more often write fiction (dark, urban, etc.), I’ve recently found a great passion for poetry as…

Re-re-introduction: Kevin J. O’Conner

Greetings and Salutations! I have again signed up for the insanity that is The Poetry Marathon (okay, half the insanity, since I’m planning to do the 12-hour version again—because sleep); this is my introduction. Among my various roles and attributes, I am: a self-published poet. I am…

Intro 19

Hi, Everyone. Back again, serving time for rhyming behavior. This is either my third or fourth thong–er, I mean thon. Heck of a year for me. Lost house, hubby, health. Currently in chemo, cognitive studies at Jefferson Hospital in Philly, as well as unpacking and…

My Best Friend…My Husband (23rd hour)

There are many days I reflect upon our union The memories of our first kiss still has me swooning I wonder what magical manifestations were created on our behalf What sort of divine intervention had to be choreographed? Our love is that of a young…

Newbie

Hi all! Looking forward to this challenge. Just got home from a professional writer’s conference so I am a little behind schedule. A little about myself: Haven’t written many poems recently. I need to begin and complete small projects in a timely fashion and I…

Apologies for my tardiness.

I made plans and reminders to participate in the morning half-marathon. Life intervenes. For instance, none of my calendar reminders went off this morning. But I also went to bed last night with a writing project that should have been finished only half done. I…

Giggledy Jig

When we hung the babies from the door jamb, Perched in a canvas seat, their turkey drum sticks With plump sticky toes decorating the bone, leapt, Pushed off the Pledge-polished wood floors, with the Strength of an Olympic dead broad jumper in flight. There, they’d…

Short Pants

I don’t remember my exact age, maybe  three, four, but I do remember that I was still in short pants. I was on the dirt road, in front of our house Playing like I was a soldier. I vaguely knew the boy, probably a friend…

Introduction Update

I just quit teaching after 26 years. Between that and all the other art I do and all the other stuff I might be able to sell and all the places in the world I’ve been invited to do aikido, I have been very stuck…

Discovery

So precious that moment When I learned to see! The magic world of my mind As I ventured forth. In short pants I went to play in our back yard. Who knew the wonders it held For a child like me. There I found imaginary…

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