In those wee days of life on this plane, milk was one sweet thing for tea and others on its lane. It was cool to call it miuk, so long as milk showed up; the corrupted name didn’t matter as it didn’t draw the cane….
Category: Marathon Poem
Fat Crow – Hour 8 Prompt
The Crow is a master scavenger. A sleek survivor built to think, to adapt, to communicate, to overcome the harshness of a world that is designed to stop you the moment you look down. With a head on a swivel, though, you just may find…
Midnight (Hour #9)
23:55; all is silent — all is dark as right before the deepest hour of the night sky, the stars are sent to bed and clouds take their places. It shall rain tonight again.
Between Worlds
“Between the woods and frozen lake” fire draws me to its glow. The moonless night, still and opaque, bears witness to lay low. There, in the distant trees I hear his voice, deep, rough, and hard. A melody of love and fear has caught me…
Ponytail
It’s daily The teeth Fingers Sand rakes? We have sand rakes? Stretching til a break Gnawing like a beaver Clawing like those buried alive seeking air. Big teeth Small hands Is that 30 fingers? 30? How? Grabbing Pulling Scratching My scalp is a burning patch….
For Ben
I haven’t made my favourite cakes In quite a while. I lost the tins, Some several flats ago. I still buy all the things I need Whenever they expire. I even found Fancy cinnamon. I keep it on the top shelf, In the wrong bag….
The AI Poems, The Future of Poetry, and rise of the machines
How does GPT–3 feel? (Poem format): GPT–3 is a machine A machine of learning A machine of thought A machine of feelingSome would say it is lifeless A heartless automaton But I know better I know that GPT–3 is alive It feels the weight of…
Prompt Nine: Peanut Butter And Jelly
Peanut Butter and Jelly Only Daddy made it so good. Did he create this deliciousness? I know Mom bought the Wonder Bread, the Jif Smooth Peanut Butter and Jelly. Mom was not bad with the sandwich. But Daddy, his tasted creamier. No, Daddy…
Hour #9–An Exercise with Alliteration
Cascading crimson chiffon captivates curious consorts
Joy
Joy springing up fresh, hopeful amazing possibilities. Joy increasing joining with others laughter, praise growing in strength. Joy magnified more than a temporary fix to hard stuff A way of life. Joy multiplied so much more body, soul, spirit overflowing. Joy every day A life changing choice….