“I ran out of time for this one, but I’m curious where it will go when I have a good amount of time to really sit with it and think about the bodies of woman saints. Who knows where it will go.” -Jessica These…
Category: Marathon Poem
HOUR 11 Travelin’
TRAVELIN’ With pencil and paper in hand I jot down the name, I jot down the brand. For other folks the brand don’t matter but I write it down it saves on the chatter. I travel from town to town aching with pain, but…
Du30
My hands are the law My judgement is my own discretion I control everything I am in command Never Fu*k with me Drugs kill lives Crimes increases due to drugs Drug lords should be killed Supporters and protectors should be extinguished Government remains…
The Party #11
The Party There’s a party In her heart Can you hear it? Did it start? Mother told her Wear your best Men will notice Pass the test Catch a good one Hold him fast He’ll keep you safe And make you last…
The Bride
She had picked the perfect dress one she knew she looked damn well good in. Her hair was on point… nails all french tips Make up down up, damn near flawless. Panties, bra almost cost the most out of all of it. Heels dazzling with…
#11 – Salvation’s Mistress (Persona as someone without a home)
I needed her like a jilted lover. There was comfort when she was open, but, too often she was unavailable. I despised her in those awkward moments, when I registered as Robert Flynn and they eyed me, judging up and down, whether or not to…
Life so divine
O praises Life so divine Life boasts meaningfully Loving and learning unending Life in its crossroads Life giving meaning for others Life giving meaning for oneself Life ever so loving to all Creation Life in the universe Worthy of praise God in the universe Praising…
Hour 9 – Nowhere
Prompt for Hour Nine I’ve traveled so far in pursuit of a dainty brook The forests were friendly The desert was hospitable However, the brook, she’s indifferent to me Notwithstanding, I’ve been walking by her side The path ahead leads into mountains uncharted My brook dances gleefully over her…
11/24 burn
I bought a dollar store match box, half price because the box had a tear in the side it had lost a few matches and I did about anything to save a dollar. I knew the first time I pulled a match out of Creased…
(Hour 11) 08.30-09.30am. PROMPT, form/subject: “persona poem/homeless”
Meh, so I tweaked the concept a little. It’s for inspiration only after all 😛 the jovial wanderer roam the night sky live out in the cold pick fights with comets fights i always win hide myself in cloud & revel in storms my heart…