Folding Friday’s starlight Smoothing circumstance Hand wash only Dry flat Cautiously close the drawer Keep those wishes prisoner There is no moral razzle dazzle in the spin cycle If there was, I would have figured out how to get that stain out of your…
Category: Marathon Poem
Normal Hour 7
Normal has been obliterated. Utterly destroyed. It was a false blanket of protection. We had an insurrection at the U.S. state capital in 2021. The Michigan governor was nearly kidnapped and held for ransom in 2020. This is not a Hollywood movie or tabloid rant….
Walking… Hour 6
The path was filled with gravel. The road was dimly lit. He knew not the way. Yet, still he proceeded. He was on a mission. Too grand to abandon. No one knew. His mind was made up. He would meet many on the way. Yet,…
Normal
There has always been a part of me that has stood Apart. Like a waxen seal between my friends and me. between my colleagues and me. between the world and me. Or like I’m …
A Physics Time Capsule: The Quantum Randomness and Entanglement of the Biology of Bees, Birds, and Butterflies Hour 5
The “investigation of the behavior of migratory birds and carrier pigeons may someday lead to the understanding of some physical process which is not yet known,” Einstein commented on the behavior of bees, not mentioning butterflies specifically. How beautiful is it to still have mystery in…
Questions that come up in conversation…Adapted from Anne Morrow’s Gift from the Sea Hour 4
Who are we really? Is it human nature to conquer and control? Do we seek to be subjugated to submission? Is there power in domination? Will world domination still be our excuse? What is the race card? Are we pitted by socioeconomic status? Who…
Poetry: Are you elusive ? Hour 3
Poetry Are you elusive? Short innocent and sweet. Rough harsh and real. Poetry Are you elusive? A gateway to my heart. An entry into the subconscious labyrinth of my mind. Poetry Are you elusive? A moment of brilliance. A glimpse of heaven. A…
The Joy of the Unseen- Hour 2
This is where I live and breathe. This is the realm in which I exist. This is a sacred space. The spaces in-between. The anticipation of the first meeting. The moment before you hit the stage. Right before the paintbrush marks the canvas. I am…
Hour 8-I Got Nothing
I got nothing The prompts aren’t doing it The pictures aren’t inspiring me It isn’t them Its me I don’t want to play I want to nap Go run through a sea of tulips I want sing songs at the top of my lungs I…
The Oath and The Lo
Bold and heroic Lead the seas and oceans For love swings on the chest of the bold Allow the heart to suspend Let her inhale emotions till the core