Visiting a city you once knew can be daunting the familiar still nearly so but so much has changed the wild edges of town we traversed as kids, tamed the only thing wild is the buffalo wing restaurant Tall grasses near the reservoir man-made lake…
Category: Marathon Poem
Poem no. 18 Evening Fog
October is the month the mists draw in. These calm and freshly silent mornings settle summer and draw reluctant autumn to our door. The evening fog falls low on crop-shorn fields as rolls of rich, mysterious white seep through the emptying hedges and fall in…
Sparrow and I
For little sparrow my ventilator is home and I its neighbour
21
A small departure for a bigger adventure The horizon fades Tiny pockets filled her choice of stones or liquor Sink, float, swallow, gasp
Hour 20 Eaters
20 2017 Eaters by Paul Robert Sanford Tortoise eats cactus Cactus shelters bird from snake Ant eats them all.
21. i hate it (i love to hate it)
If words were as they should be LITERALLY would no longer be used to exaggerate
fake news
We have a pussy. You can usually find her in the barn. She hunts mice, bothers raccoons, but leaves the chickens alone. We have a cock. He also lives in the barn. He’s our only one. He struts his stuff. We’ve noticed he has…
Hour 20: Reclaimed Wreckage
Racing for the sunlight quicker Growing thicker Saplings reaching Send roots leeching Strangling the clockwork functions Green expunctions Cogs have rusted Engines busted Forest once a metal garden Nature’s pardon Oxidizing Fertilizing (In response to Prompt #20… though it was no deviation from my usual…
A COLLECTIVE CREATION OF PARADISE
The actors rise in pairs. An executioner stands with his back to the victim. The audience participates in The Rite of Universal Intercourse. I am not allowed. I am not allowed! I am not allowed? (to- smoke marijuana, take my clothes off, travel without a…