Hour 10

This was a really silly poem. I had fun seeing some silly holidays and a whole day about sleep? Amazing every day please.   Festival of Sleep   A whole day for something that is never enough I can sleep all night Dreams filled with…

Hour 11-I Will Blanket the World

Today I will blanket the world With words I will send my best And my worst I am feeling darkness Flutter in the noon day sun I am feeling depression dance Into the gentle, hot breeze I will blanket the world With words Crawling into…

21~9

Not All Who Wander Are Lost   …You may not know the way But it will find you When you aren’t looking…   …You might make a wrong turn And not just one But every dead end Leads you closer to your truth…   …You…

Zoom Frequent Flyer Miles

Zoom Frequent Flyer Miles I’m a world traveler, learning time zones and date changes before/after midnight. I zoom from poetry events to writing seminars and workshops; I’ve even gone to a baking class, and all from my desk chair. I’ve booked more miles in virtual…

Marty Taught Me (From the Tarot)

The Hermit, inverted, reads isolation, most often personal Interpreted as needed rumination, deep introspection to, hopefully, a semblance of enlightenment And as we creep from our terrariums (right KG?) These humanariums, this innerverse of avoiding the horribles Of plague I wonder if this card is…

Gulf Islands National Seashore

Sanderlings quickstep with the waves shucking and jiving seaside style. They dip, dip, dip their beaks in the sand trying to score a crustacean lunch of crab salad or plankton plate. On the mud flats the oystercrackers roam with their red beaks ready for a…

A Rag Morris Wassail

Wassail and wassail all over the town Our fingers are cold and our muddy clothes brown Our sticks are all made of the old ashen tree And we’ll dance and we’ll sing a wassail to thee. Here’s to the school hall where we’ll all get…

Hour 10 (2021)

Free-write Words rest delicately in the back of my throat, hostage to a jaw that no longer knows how to unclench. When I bite my tongue I’m holding my trauma between clenched teeth. This mouth is my story’s prison.

Absinthe

I’d rather be the sugar that coats your lips until you can no longer speak my name Than a fond memory of bygone times To again take your hand and drag you through the fog to freedom Stay close as the haze clears and the…

Hour Ten – Blitz Poem

Count your chickens Count your eggs Eggs of potential Eggs of hope Hope in the future Hope to grow a family Family of freedom Family of reconciling Reconciling misunderstandings Reconciling brokenness Brokenness of thin skin Brokenness of pride Pride in perfection Pride in knowing Knowing…