Vocabulary of violence is the trademark of this repressive regime Ban, proscribe, arrest, jail, maim, execute! Freedom is a poisonous snake aiming for the heart Of the despot Activism is treason that lands you in prison Criticism is opposition poisoning citizens’ minds against the despot…
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour 13
TW: mention of suicide attempt, e/d and s/h When I took my last overdose, I told my friend. The one who lived with me. The one who cooked for me when the thought of food sent me into a spiral. The one who had been…
2022 Poem Seven
CW: pregnancy, miscarriage Me Without You Nine years later we joke about how hard it was to pee on that stick. How nervous it all made me as 60 seconds turned into an eternity. A popsicle sized piece of plastic told me our lives…
Doggy Haiku
1 Wagging tail with love It’s never ever lazy waiting to catch a foe 2 catches the master voice runs with joy and dance It’s a beloved best friend 3 my dog too crazy. when I am swinging in dreams barks in a loud voice
Reunion
Reunion Old friends gathered together with smiles and styles chatting over dinner table savouring dishes of choice tempered with fun and frolic joy overfills the heart times square revisited beautiful lives recreated and lost moments recaptured Hour 12 @varenyas
13 For Mela
13 For Mela Treehouses created by handsome men Who rode horseback shirtless through The rain forest of Belize A long morning climb up a rocky mount To jump down an endless waterfall After three shots of whiskey We ate armadillo exchanged…
Ungathered
I am an empath With fleeting anxieties Alone gathering
This Dog Lumpy – a nonet (hour 13)
This dog Lumpy, is so damned grumpy he cannot walk or see, or pee eyes both milky and bumpy shirt, it’s holed but starry yet so warm is he calm and happy to simply just be still. – Sandra Johnson, June 25, 2022 Photo…
HOUR THIRTEEN ~ Every Time I’ve Left
EVERY TIME I’VE LEFT every time I’ve left I was right to do so maybe not right in my words my thoughts or my deeds maybe torn up, shredded on expectations and disappointment maybe savage and ferocious lashing out in my…
Poetry Marathon Hour 13:
As we have now crossed the half-way point, I have replenished my snacks and water and cold brew – and even though there’s not a prompt calling out to be utilized this hour I feel like I’m at least somewhat human again and honestly that’s…