Learning to Float I was six when Jaws the movie was released. We lived in Florida, a short bike ride to the beach, and not too far to a favorite drive-in theater either. Tinny speakers hung from the windows of our ’76 full size van,…
Category: Marathon Poem
DogSpeak Hour 1 2022
DogSpeak Sometimes I wonder about these humans – their manic mood swings about the least important stuff like what to wear and where to go, what to eat, who to go with or without, who pays, who drives… it drives me out of my canine…
Upon Awakening This Morning–Hour 1
The cat strides in pawses beside the bed chirps, announcing his intention of jumping up on the bed He launches and alights effortlessly as he is known to do My hand reaches forward automatically is surprised by proverbial cats and dogs in his fur a…
1. Pride
As the light shine through all the broken pieces, that you asked me to fix, which refracts them into a million shades of life and love, I wonder, why would I fix them, or was it ever broken? Why would I change it and go…
Gray – hour 1
Gray (haiku) (from prompt 1, hour 1) snowfall heavy cloud slushes thickness polluted under heavy cloud
Hour 1- The Temp-ress
She summoned the wave to her vicinage, Purely with the strength of the soul, The tide obeying her like she was the moon, A tempest slowly gathering around her. A smile on her face as she played with the current, Testing its limits as she…
Hour 1- Sapling
The sapling in my head withers from heat and I radiate its fatal fever- the way bodies are so hot and then cold. Sometimes the mind’s heat versifies and at times it overwhelms one with a need to turn all things cold.
Hour One: Surrender
Surrender (Hour One) The wave crests and crashes down upon me crushing me in its curl and I am engulfed, immersed, overwhelmed by its strength, unable to emerge unable to call out unable to surface unable to breathe, churning twirling tossed to and fro. No…
The Seashell – Hour One
I took my baby to the beach I walked her to the water A million seashells in our reach A day for Mom and daughter A moment that had harkened back To days spent in my youth My Dad and I had quite the knack…
(Hour 01) 10.30-11.30pm. IMAGE PROMPT: spiky sculpture in snow
(Hour 01) 10.30-11.30pm. IMAGE PROMPT: spiky sculpture in snow nuerons that’s the third : spiky structure i’ve seen : slowly floating past : ominous : misshapen oversized Soviet-era crown : metal neuron : cold steel-like structure : somehow sucking in light & not letting go…