Wake early, body ready like a colt brain fogged like an old horse drink fresh water Shower, skin cool, basic stretches, look out for knees, coffee, painkillers, boiled egg, blueberries. Lace up the lilac trainers with tangerine soles, Attach barcode at wrist. Car keys or…
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour 20 – Giving Up
Giving Up – A golden shovel based on To Be Known, a song by Carsie Blanton Isn’t it interesting how as you grow you let go of all you had: your home, your beliefs, a clearinghouse of the child’s ideas and ways. a-way with the…
Hour 19 prompt
DO I NEED YOU? I wrote your value on my hand, But the soap washed it away. I wrote your value on paper. But the wind blew it away. I protected you in my bank, But my busy schedule kept you away. I toiled day…
Under Constraint
It goes without saying that on Sundays we dress, paying attention to what would be best for focus on God— not on what others wear; not their hats, nor their shoes, or the style of their hair. Clothed in the armor of God- And the…
#Prompt 20 – 2023
Morning Shower Opens the door Eyes still closed dreading the day I’m getting too old for this Take the cat out the sink Brush teeth Take the cat out of the sink again Wipe up the splatters of water from wayward paws Undress Take the…
Destination Unknown – Hour Twenty
Destination Unknown I hopped in the car, destination unknown I had no direction in view I took off in the morning, for a break from the chaos But where I was headed, no clue Many choices before me – Air, land or sea And whether…
Curse of the self employed #20
Monday morning, I wake To the incessant complaining meows Of the neighbour’s cat, Giving voice to the fact That I haven’t given her breakfast. It may sound strange But it’s become our ritual For her to have another breakfast While I have coffee. I notice…
Hour 15
Woot gunna get caught up soon! I hope Hour 15 I have always loved stories So it was no surprise I entered fandom A space about stories And the tales they create It’s where I found my favorite plots Those enemies to lovers…
Roots in Ritual
Every Friday night at Shabbat services I thank God for the freedom to practice Judaism after myriad attempts to stop us. True faith cannot be thwarted by hate.
Me
all the oxygen leaves the room snuffs the flame lose enough times, no longer play shallow breaths chest tightens