Have I ever told you, the truth behind Mason, How he ventured to Waterloo, and washed his hands in a basin? I think I have not, so gather around, and I’ll tell you what Mason did while he was still sound. Mason was…
Category: Marathon Poem
Apologies (to the poet Maxine Kumin, in Memoriam)
Apologies (to the poet Maxine Kumin, in Memoriam) I must have been a handful. 20 year olds want to see, hear and taste. 20 year old poets think they know all. So much new libido to expend. So much anger to quiet. And all…
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Dearest One~ Slowly I dragged one foot forward. Coughing and sneezing from the dust. I dragged the other foot, scuffing it a little. Yowch! I Muttered to myself not worrying what the others would think. Talking to myself had become a habit and I was…
his morning #22
his morning my husband’s having an awful time peeling those three boiled eggs he has every morning planning it just right so they are still warm when the coffee pot perks his dark roast single cup of Joe a splash of light cream ESPN…
To Whom does one say yes?
It drove home hard the place I was in, my face chapped by winter, my soul hardened by sin. I couldn’t feel much at all now. Could see even less. I’d seen enough. A church bell rings in the distance haunting echoes resound. I recall…
A Room
A room in this old house, holds history– mine, yours ours and theirs. This room is where I sleep nights; it’s where I awaken each day to slatted light from vertical blinds that open to a window laden with orange tree leaves and ripened fruit,…
dear me #21
dear me dear patience I apologize for not writing sooner though I have little time for you dear misunderstanding I haven’t heard from you lately you’ve probably forgotten all about me dear hope I am not applying for that job because I…
Aorta #15
BEEP……BEEP…..BEEP…..BEEP My cardiac muscles Pump in and pump out Squeezing blood through My veins, my arteries And then little down the line, my capillaries. Breathe in. Breathe out. That’s what they tell me. Poking scalpels and doing a by-pass That’s the only way…
Hour 23 – Prompt 23 – Place – The canteen
I am the most happening spot at any workplace My chairs are beautifully set before office hours People visit me for their routine tea or coffee They sit together and discuss things as they sip They may leave a stain on my table or keep…
#23 – A Human Anomaly
Manifest the buoyancy of breath beyond time, beyond the whispers of those before and those not quite yet. A place where substance originates as shadow and symbols are dismantled within the tears of mankind. The place where light is not luminescence but an absence of…