I am an illustrator of thoughts, I am author of sentiments, Producer of poetics, Director of dialectic diction, I am a liaison of literature Scripter of scripture Writer of picture Mixture of blood ink and liquor. Composer of the spoken texture Builder of verbal architecture…
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour 14 – this body (revived)
this body was a person once with uninterrupted skin and lungs ballooning with ambition it even knew its own name this body isn’t much for purity culture but perhaps it was the hands that touched it that took away the self, the animation or perhaps…
Hour 14-Tokyo Dreams
Walking the streets of Tokyo {redacted} {redacted} The heat was a lot to take We stumbled through Temples and Shrines Occasionally taking a break. The beauty that surrounded us The people, places, and Torii gates Filled my soul with a yearning for more To learn,…
Hour 8
So many poems so much sleep wanted. Note for the future don’t go to a ren faire the same day as the marathon. Hour 8 My arm is a notepad waiting for words Usually a shopping list Sometimes tic tac toe A few times…
H14.P14
Simple is the REDACTED wrapped around me The breeze whispers in my REDACTED I REDACTED down into my lungs It spreads through my veins I carry REDACTED with each step into the new day It is my REDACTED my beloved my heart
Radio
Against all odds, it persists perhaps solely for those behind the wheel but nonetheless has manage to thrive where others have crashed & burned. Perhaps we’re secretly more old-fashioned than we care to admit but I think it will always have a special place…
Being, patiently #14
I saw him, old and bent Gnarled Waiting patiently Or so I thought On the park bench. He explained When I asked What he was waiting fot That he wasn’t waiting at all He was just Being, patiently Not being patient at all Because being…
Hour 11, Poem 14
A path through the forest, Into the green wilderness… Where does it lead? Where does it go? Why does it glow? To lure the travellers along Or to simply show off? Are the faes behind it? Or is it some other folklore? You’ll never know…
(Hour 14) 11.30am-12.30pm. PROMPT: redact a poem
This was fun! Great fun!! REDACTED here’s what we know : there are ⬛️⬛️ types of ⬛️⬛️⬛️ : currently on this ⬛️⬛️⬛️ : there’s the ⬛️ : which we think are at least partially ⬛️⬛️⬛️ but mostly ⬛️⬛️⬛️ : then there’s the : ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ things…
Dark Paradise
My home & native land, complete with brotherly love & a pretty decent setup for which i am grateful. With hopeful eyes, we see the next generation & hope for better. From far & wide, they break their backs in search of a superior…