In your eyes I can see the paradise of heaven widely opened, how beautiful the corridor of paradise is. Those eyes seduce me to come closer to you and have the feeling of paradise right at your side. Looking into them every second I desire…
Category: Marathon Poem
Waddle
He knows his harness. It means walk. He loves out Puddles to get yanked from Trash to hunt and devour Til it gets ripped away Mid chomp Not fair. The breeze fluffs some fluff. A roll in the grass Embeds dirt deep down To deep…
Prompt 6: iWatch
Hey, you there, wanna buy a watch? I heard him hiss from the shadow of the alleyway. Shady character. Just keep walking. Hey, you heard me. As he pulled the coat sleeve up his arm to reveal an iWatch, its video mode engaged….
Hour 6 – The Past’s Echo is Hope – Text Prompt
Dear Dawn, Look at yourself now. You used to be so shy, and I suppose you still may be but you’ve taken the time to grow. You aren’t the same Dawn, you aren’t the awkward little teen I used to know. You used to pick…
Cat Visit Hour 6
Cat has come to visit. He sits on my lap. He wants attention and to help me write. He is tired of being ignored by two poet parents and their sudden love affair with their computers. He shares a purr involuntarily, he doesn’t like to…
Subbing in America through Haiku: Hour 6
The apparition of barren playgrounds helicopter seeds
Prompt Six: My Dearest Daughter
My Dearest Daughter, We are still here. You are still loved. We wish you only joy. We send you love . . . Prosperity. It will develop. It has. Believe in that. Grow. We love you. Mom and Dad.
Voices
I stress, I lurch, I yell, and finally I’m silent. This moment has taken advantage of me and I have lost touch with my own voice. A voice which preaches empathy, understanding, a gentle touch. This is my aspiration, yet I am new to this…
The Personal is Political
Opened the blinds to let the light in for the first time in a long time. Apartment windows across the parking lot, background processes, gadgets, holy books, and dust, three white walls and a fan that hums forever, burning fuel like a living, temporary thing,…
No. 6: Hear
Sounds I love I love you Please and thanks Sounds I enjoy Birdsong at daybreak Purring of cats Sounds that bewilder Angry, sharp expressions Lies and fabrications Sounds that delight Sizzle of bacon Brewing of coffee