Falling Deep And dark Alone Swallowed up By night Which took its time But doesn’t darkness always claim us In the end?
Category: Marathon Poem
The Drive to Search
A dark-skinned woman, With a hijab covering her hair, Strides down the sidewalk. Her clothes are dark. She blends in with the night’s shadow. Her destination is unknown, And she whips her head side to side, Checking every alley, Every nook and cranny of the…
Rebroken
One million chances to try to make it right To my shame, the results the same I cried another night.
Fool Fox, Brother Bear, and Sister Red
Fool Fox, Brother Bear, and Sister Red What does the fox say? “Brother Bear and Sister Red, hurry and keep up with me.” What does the black bear say? “Go on, fool fox, I’m here to enjoy the day.” What does Sister Red say? “This…
TWENTY-ONE
Dear Tod, Thought you’d like to know I’ve heard again from your friend the Nigerian prince, who’s vacationing in Saint-Tropez with my friend Shelly. I can picture them together — her dark curls and his, her vanilla flesh his chocolate — though his taste in…
Urban Forest
Urban jungle, yes literally, not metaphorically, though maybe more like a ghetto forest. Leading the determined coalition, is one sleek fox, low lying, white tipped tail, like a log on legs. Following fellow fox is great black bear, also in forceful forward motion, head level,…
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Today I had lunch With my empty soul On display. I was surprised That people around me Had the strength to eat. As I scribbled some scribbles And waved tiny~like To a child across the way~ My attention was caught By the couple to…
Love
Where their is love. Joy,peace,for our heart’s. Take away all the darkness. That is upon our. Heart’s.
Taper
Bright plume lift your living light. Spread circle on circle– compass lines, bobbing, unbroken, blending softer, softer to the edges of the room. Evoke, in unstill city, the gentle power of the silent and holy.
A Child
A child plays in the park, Smiles at strangers Laughs openly You could see the cute dimples Child is returning home now Parents are friendly Their kindness is in the child too Looking at the child made me think How the kid became…