19. City

Tall buildings, tarred roads, memorable monuments, amusement parks, homes and dreams, engulfed in ivy. Busy streets are still busy, with rats and penguins. The city looks green, not in a way they dreamed, abandoned and dying, mesmerizing, tiny little flowers peeking from balconies playing peekaboo…

Books for Beginners

read life to me in pictures and poems fill in the blanks with inflection and expression read love to me with your hands and a whisper transport me into your magnificent worlds    

Joy Unlimited (Hour 18)

That moment when fear is afraid of me… That moment when darkness is the stressed one… That moment when thoughts of fullness overwhelms the reality of blankness… Those moments of connected assurances and certain manifestations… That for me is joy amplified. Unlimited!

Watching

Staring new world old world new sights old sights bright lights dull lights sunsets sunrise obscured view clear view snapshot panoramic I have been here

Hour 19

Response poem to Irisa Kwok’s Hong Kong Triptych When spring never came, my friend left forever. She said, fuck the neon metropolis and instead moved to countries of fog instead of mist, brick instead of cement. She bowed not once, not twice but thrice. Swam…

Text prompt-Poem 15 Kusadasi

Kusadasi The way to Samos The green palm trees Stood tall The blue sky Houses built on rocks Picturesque view The castle in the corner Very busy with character. Buzzing with life. Love of family The shops in the marina The coffee shop Tourists arriving…

Poetry Marathon Hour 20:

Poem 20: Naming the stars: I’ve always wondered whether we’re spending too much time or not enough naming all the stars out there. Deciding which ones will be famous and which can live a quiet life just because. It has always been fascinating to me…