I want to live in the purple house we used to pass when we drove to visit our grandparents. Mommy would laugh at me, my sisters would tease me, yet I still want to live in that purple house. Perhaps that house would be near…
Category: Marathon Poem
11 // red salt
1am stood in the take out eating shit food at least we’ve got red salt oh please give us more 2am diet coke just isn’t cutting it for you at least we’ve got red salt got you hooked 3am rub it into your gums let…
SCRO 4 pm
And the 11th panel. If you click once, and again, you can see it in close-up.
A Democratic Anthem
What is to become of this mad old world? This madness driven by an ancient dream Someone once had about a great country Once known as America. The myth of freedom. The lie of bravery Laid bare in propaganda news. With nothing left to fight…
Poem no.11: Autumn Inspiration
When I know the time is right, I will inhale. One careful, sensuous, languorous breath Drawn within me, deep and slow, And I will taste the colour of your passing summer’s day. You turn your face away now, towards the sun, And seek to shun…
Prompt 11 – For Me
Home is a place that has never Existed for me A wanderer, a vagrant, Aimlessly drifting From Laos to Italy And though Home Has never been a label I’ve ever applied In these blue, twinkling eyes, You should see The world’s my oyster All for…
5pm – my home
It’s not the most beautiful of provinces, No, that’s our neighbour to the west, We are brown gray scrublands And spiky yellow fields Edged by trees with the plainest hues As you drive across the land in the oft-droughtful summer. But it has always been…
False Reality (Version 3)
She woke from a great slumber, In a parallel realm of space, That she didn’t know what to call. Where she was no one, But sought after by all, Her people had been shackled They were called a lesser race, For as long as they…
Prompt 11
Colonist When I volunteered, little did I realize how much I would lose, that my womb would grow sterile, that my heart would grow lonely. Adventure called me, my footprint in rust-red soil, a new way of life away from the blue and white of…
Stick it out here
Look kid, What I said about the freedom of the road, I sorta made it sound good so you wouldn’t worry. it’s tough and it’s lonely and you don’t eat every day. You wind up doing stuff you never expected just to keep going. I…