I may be content within the boundaries of responsibilities I have taken upon me But my words, they have their own dreams and I find myself nurturing and encouraging them — I give them wings to fly, fly first to conquer the sky, then rain…
Category: Marathon Poem
16. From the three witches in Macbeth (Shakespeare)
They say we are wicked witches They say we make people do things they wouldn’t normally do But really loves, if it’s not in your head already We CAN’T make you do shit! Hehehe!
It’s What You Want
Never enough of it because the throngs crash into me When all I want to do is get to the other side of the street. And the rare time I sit down to watch a movie or t.v., There’s the dog’s head or tail blocking…
Space Safari
A safari of sounds When darkness is around Craters that breathe Suspended disbelief Noxious smells Imagination casting its spells All is darkness in this space
Song of the Singularity (Hour 19)
The ancient expanding void, Speckled with celestial fires that birth the formative elements of worlds. The unseen strings of the space-time tapestry, enveloping the reaching distances of original source energy, and surrounding the antimatter within finite points of gravity. Continuing the song of the Singularity….
Prompt 19
You said you needed space So I gathered up all the stars And put them in their place.
HOUR5
Source of memories There is a place where I would like to return. It is my childhood’s lake, a place where the sky met earth. It is the lake from my neighbour town, the beautiful lake where I swam and where I was…
prompt 19
Early finishers late starters each will find Radiant day In the space We all are floating Waiting a place To sit and watch the space View from below is distorted Without space…. the stars would have nowhere to shine, the earth and the moon would…
Hour 19: A Posting from Io
A Posting from Io Dear Friends, Well, I’ve settled into my little pod, finally the surface of Io being what it is Finding a place to set up housekeeping was difficult, given all the volcanic activity It is, as expected, freakishly cold here Sulfur-dioxide…
Tea Stall
Creaking stall shelters against the prickly rain, as the swirling Assam invades our senses.