At our darkest times, I remind you that you love me. I know because you told me long ago. You remember. We try. Politeness courteousness finding our way back to each other. Through all of this, it never occurred to me that I could walk…
Category: Marathon Poem
For my Lucy
No matter what I say or do. Remember always, that I love you. Doesn’t matter which road I travel. Every path leads back to you. Its in those dark nights inside my head. When nothings between me and this dread. I’m alone and cannot…
Orphelia
We’ve never touched hands; But I know you better than I know my neighbors; Our eyes have never looked upon each other in person; But you see me–and sometimes, through me–better than almost anyone else; Through our electronic conversations you’ve seen me at my worst…
Poem 10
Come with me… wherever we may end up. Plant a garden, hang a hammock, take a nap. We will take walks and talk of things we don’t remember. I will cook your dinner and you will build a fire. We will spend our evenings reading,…
Wrong Loves – 15/24
I kissed Midas and with that, my lips are gold- I tried to love Medusa, and now my heart is stone Steadily, I stole pearls from Poseidon’s throne, but Boreas took them – my hands, now froze then I slept with Hades, he burnt my perfect…
#15bis – Yellow dress, red hair
Your red hair Your yellow dress Your joy from the heart Dancing all night long Your delight to be One of them When you could have fled That night you inspire So many to just dance and have fun You deserve a prize To…
Creative Writing Basics #14/24
Creative Writing Basics When I was an undergrad writing my candid poems under the tutelage of minds well-versed in the creative process of expressing personal experiences of relevance of weight. I learned to create tension in a scene. The young woman stood with wind blown…
Day Has Dawned (Hour Fifteen)
Day has dawned. There is comfort in this, somehow. The cat is looking for breakfast. He is early and gently enthusiastic. The diurnal world will now come to life. I will slowly take my place in it, Slowly, In as many hours as I can…
All in the Moving
The will to move. To sweat. To feel the breath of my life Cough forth from my lungs Escapes me, like a fly. In the kitchen I forget The need to feel the strife Of movement as my tongue Tastes fat and sugar for my…
Remember
When considering colours, remember: regrettably,the most common is magnolia When considering honesty, remember: most people, given the choice, would prefer a dose of amnesia When considering imagination, remember: despite it’s superiority, it’s widely considered an affront to academia When considering ambitions, remember: that although you protest, if you continue…