I wait below on this wire of missing you on the same side of barbed wire. You love her. I know very well you do Look deep down the stem to see. To love two, and only be with one. On the same side of…
Category: Marathon Poem
Lost Loves – Hour Ten
Love lost was worth it, Because it let me find you. My soul finally understood Why I had to go through What I did to get here – My past had to make me strong enough To fight for our future.
Childhood Heart – Hour Nine
My aunt’s house was the heart Of my whole childhood. Playdates and birthdays, Arts and crafts, Playful, happy, creative. Most of all, I remember Warm and cozy holidays spent With a full house, full family, and The best casseroles you’ve ever had. We always had…
Hour 12: Equinox
That Equinox I’d just begun to recognize a new layer of my inbetween-ness emerging unsteadily, an egg too cracked to put back together. Back then, I was oozing out of my shell and unable to scoop the contents back inside— the goop of my past…
Forgiveness – Hour Eight
The vibration in my ribcage is a swarm of bees, Stinging sorrow cleansing the shame to give me back the keys. To my own body, I am no longer a stranger. This tattoo needle’s ink giving me back my power, You have no longer seen…
Prompt 12, Movie Crowds
A couple wandering the streets of Spain, a mother whose daughter is keeping a strange creature in her room, and a trio who bicycled across Asia all seen while I sat in the dark in rooms of varying occupancy at an underground film festival. Talking…
Curated Memory: Hour 6/Prompt 6
Hi, I hope you are safe and sound. Speaking of sound, this old age is a payback for all my nagging at you students. I can no longer hear anything but your words and chaos is still in my memories.
Hour 11: surviving
the twisted tree is hit by the storm grandma forgets me but remembers the young sapling right outside her home she checks on it hourly but walks carelessly to her bed getting scrapes she asks me questions gives me names that she likes the…
The Mighty River – Hour Twelve
The mighty river flows along Spray rolling o’er the dam Babbling its own melodic song As gently as a lamb Spray rolling o’er the dam While kissing each rock and twig As gently as a lamb Nestled amid the fig While kissing each rock and…
HOUR TWELVE ~ FOMO II
FOMO II somewhere there is a party friends are drinking and laughing somewhere people are together and I’m not there maybe it’s better this way I wouldn’t want to ruin the fun or put any undue pressure on an evening with anyone …