Tell me old girl, what have you seen since your founding in 1831? Ah, a King, a Queen, a Governor and a President, chaos, anarchy, revolution and war. Fires and winds have threatened you but the students fears and joys have kept you alive. Your…
Category: Marathon Poem
Aeronauts (Hour 8)
Purple mountains, yellow seas of grass stretch out below. Twin balloons lift off, seeking, searching, stretching the limits of flight. Two aeronauts launch into blue skies. With each pull of the burner, the balloon ascends higher. Air thins, breaths come more quickly, temperatures plummet. Where…
Hillsong
Seven small voices hushed by his grief One small woman to light the way A war so heinous Its crimes changed the world A time of opulence for some A time of poverty for most The maniacal ravings of a leader Brought the world nearly…
Mission Failure
I dreamed I was running The wind whipping at my face The stairs endless before me Over and over There had to be an end to it I could hear you All around me I could hear you You were just around the corner Just…
my mother is a fish
oh Addie, you rest in power the privileged kind a dying wish that for your family becomes a death wish of sea monster proportions the dirge of your daughter is for her child as well and the nails of your coffin cannot keep the book…
Under the Veneer
My favorite recipes have an element of danger. Then, I observe how not to follow them until I can make maximum example of my shortcomings and the performative chagrin I convey just short of a bow. Only my select audiences know how I juggle an…
Poem #7 — Haiku
Twirling and drifting Over the cool, gentle waves Of an autumn breeze
Writing
Chairs are screeching with vehement rebuttals leading to laughter and drink with contradictions abound but no one is hurt just strikes of the pen and who wields it the best with hunger and heartache And Ink Philip V. Coombs 4-5am
Human – Hour 5
I am human too I like ice cream I love going to the beach I enjoy music I like to feel strong I crave for attention I want to make my own choices I yearn to know more I am driven my whim and emotion…
Poem #6 — Haiku
Scampering across The farm shop floor lost in play Chasing after toys