This turning back, unfolding, into yourself; this opening the papyrus uncurling the scroll marked thick and clear with the hieroglyphs of you. This slow easing open like a blossom under a cool spring moon; slipping gently, like liquid birdsong, along branches thick and rich with…
Category: Marathon Poem
21~17
My squeaky clean house Wins all the awards Love every neighbor I gently slam doors (i never tell lies and neither do you) My twenty five cats All tie their own shoes Finish the dishes Then beg me to snooze
Plain Yogurt
Nothing is so smooth, so comforting I sprinkled chia seeds on mine.
Hour 14
I’ve been peculating the parts of you every evening and storing them in my soul’s jar everytime I peek into the jar The parts of you— diffuse into the gloomy air
Poem 21
Come see me,Am Dancing between sleep and waking Laughing and crying Joy and misery Pain and enthusiasm Light and darkness Sometimes up Sometimes down Dancing between waltz and tango Better be wise And walk straight In middle
HOUR8
Worry Wondering about tomorrow? What about today? Let’s worry more for the present, not the future! The present can be or become a blessed present, it depends on us what we do or don’t. How to build a better future?
13. Money is Love
Means moola mazuma munde mundez makwarkwar/mkwanja Oseille Notes nicker nugget Emolument Yen I S LDR Old man old lady Vincent very Emportement
Tea with a Tree
Welcome to my secret garden party, Willow. She couldn’t talk back, so she just nodded. i poured tea for two, chamomile and lavender. She glanced over at the wild mint patch. I knew what to do, a leaf or two for each cup. Her long,…
Ode to Sergei Polunin – Hour Twenty One
You alone dance away our collective sin A modern day deity of Ukranian origin, Who can walk on air not merely water, For whom a thousand sacrifices freshly slaughtered, On the alter of your holy martered feet, Could not begin to make this act of worship complete –…
Sleeping with Stars
Sleep? Why is it hard? tired I be, sick and fed up. Insomnia they say here full of thoughts, I crave for the dark. The stars are my friends the night won’t pretend, our mutual love. Heavy eyes set the sun is…