“Tell ‘em all to stand up! Tell ‘em! Tell ‘em!” As if it will do any good. Let someone else stand up. Someone else, surely, will take a stand against the ills of this world. I am too busy being an artist, too busy being…
Category: Marathon Poem
At This Moment–Hour 10
In a parallel universe somewhere my doppelganger sits at a laptop buzzing and clacking away At least one of us is producing more than just sweat
Hour 7
Off prompt because I wasn’t digging hour 7’s prompts. Astriloquus I love the sky Dark and shining Each light a beacon of cosmic energy And yes there is science there But when I speak on the stars It is with the prayers of…
[Hour Ten]For Leon, Grown
I remember the first kick. The small, rapid thumping of hearing his heartbeat for the first time. The ultrasound a galaxy of stars, constellation Leo with a small fist and fluttering, birdlike heart. The want to cradle small feet in my hands and marvel, this…
Two Birds, No Wing
Packed and ready to fly to nowhere The month choice made it so Why January I would not know Here we are two birds with no wing On divorce precipice, gingerly we sailed Holidays could soothe our fray Or break our tray We know…
Salad Nights (Three Cinquain)
The greens stand in photos, verdant soldiers plated: A fox hole for the tomatoes to rest. ——— The clock is the only sound in the room except for the clattering of keyboard right now. ——— Street noise announces for some, it’s a weekend night, but…
WILDFIRES
WILDFIRES The ash on the car’s windshield disturbs, as if an extinct species had landed on the glass, in ghost form, to call out her death – Where were you when I was alive? she asks. And I have no answer. I wasn’t nearby, I…
Turning the Page
New Year’s Day brings a fresh start. After pause and reflection I take my lessons to heart. The past year brought challenges, joys, love and pain. The new year’s arrival means I get to do it again. It’s like turning a page, on my most…
Hour 10 – Dance With Me(text prompt)
Do you want to dance with me? Under silver bells and pine trees? Will you float down main street? With frost and wintergreen? Will you accept this bracelet? With gems that match your eyes? A symbol of my affection as we celebrate the new year….
The Feast of Fools
The hunted hare Became the hunter The hound dog ran in fear “Blow the horns!” yelled the Hares, “The Lord of Misrule is here!” When darkness overturned the world And day ceased to rule the land The Lord of Misrule took the Throne and all…