Inside an ice cube inside ice cubes are nook walls unmelting soft cold hardness I am frozen doubt even in heat I am ice
Category: Marathon Poem
Creativity is a Canyon
Hour 3 Creativity is a Cabyon A canyon has no bottom the wind through madrone tastes of orange bark. The wind is a massive whispering family tree. Listen to the madrone. The canyon of fault lies between sisters. Step away dance in the shedding pony…
Still Falling (prompt 12)
Something significant happened on a night in February, more than half my lifetime ago. These are the details I recall: I. There was a party at an apartment near the university where my not-girlfriend that is now deceased took me and dropped me off. I…
2pm. Poem 12. Pantry Closet
2pm. Poem 12. Pantry Closet She taught through her actions not words. She showed silently, “There is not enough unless there are two or three of each of everything” This was the scarcity of living on the other side of the tracks in the ’30’s……
Mandalas – Hour 12
Some say mandalas are the footprints left by ancient astronauts flying Vimanas. To see the base of a Vimana overhead it appears to be a flying saucer, yet from the side it is like a flying pyramid. We’ve learned in recent years that sand…
Closeted Threats ~ TW : sexual abuse
“Closeted Threats” Trigger Warning ~ sexual abuse at the tender age of five unknowing, in the ways of the sexual needs of men the attention, was different my own mother, absent in her own hell I’m sure the light burned high above…
“Circle Of Life”
You’ll got to do what you got to do, And so, life will present one for you. A symbol of you, And what you present, Is what life will present to you. Karma is a shadow, Following you around, It’s a full circle, Up and…
Hour 12 – 85 Closets
85 Closets On the boulevard of my mind Sits my dream house, so refined A skylight is above my bed A kitchen done in black and red A pool, of course, a hot tub too Libraries, yes, one or two And closets? Yes please, just…
Pulling/Pushing
You take so much for so little Your victories are a meal for one that you bring home in a doggie beg to share with me, waiting for something good to land on your shoulder.
“Each Line”
Ekphrastic response to mandala by Vidya Shankar. Daiku’s follow a haiku structure with a Diane twist. I Each line memorized. Wrist, fingertips, ink-flowing I am just their tool. II More than symmetry Mind and body altering Release, learn and grow. III Drawn from inner thoughts….