Caitlin’s Hair is a long ladder to her ears, each rung a wave that follows not what OSHA rules but its own curvy direction. It is a strawberry red umbrella, a super-thick invisibility cloak smelling all too wonderful to hide Caitlin. …
Category: Marathon Poem
A Slice of Life
A Slice of Life A knock on my door: Pizza Boy. Handing me a cheese, he looked down, Nice jacket. I winked and scrawled my number on his hand, he held it to his heart, smiled. I’ll see you around. I closed the door,…
Belt Buckle
Belt Buckle Shine and see your reflection in the bronze, flower swirling across your nose as you blink away the grime in you. Christmas is here. Valentines alone, but you promised you’d stay. Words left to linger on empty air, waves float unheard…
I hope…
I hope… I hope that I get moved into my apartment before the end of this month I hope that I get things done at work before I get kicked out I hope that I manage to earn my degree within the next three years…
Disappear
I used to disappear Characters that would help me A world that I found better Kinder More like the one I wanted to live in Soft chairs Piles of books Hot tea And understanding partners I still wish I could disappear
Pizza
While Anthony Bourdain can be quoted, “I don’t know if bar-b-que is the road to world peace, but it’s a good start.” I would also like to submit pizza as another avenue The combinations of sauce, cheese, and toppings are almost limitless Fine dining…
1 / This Is How It Finds Us
This Is How It Finds Us after Diana Khoi Nguyen blue ruffle out on the bay breaking briefly around one reef and another snagged white shoreline rushing and receding with It. How the juniper rattles and loses its buttons and we…
An art of it’s own
Mandala skies, shades of blue, purple and green. Paisley stars are painted over the mountains. As above so below the roots of the pine are meant to grow In the shape of DNA Everything is connected It’s just beautiful Seeing geometric It’s a useful tool…
She is dead (Prompt)#Hour 5
She is dead, My tiny little potted plant Her leaves scattered Just below the loft Dry and lifeless she lay Dead stalk shivering As the wind swayed The loft so high Oh! Who could have done it? I glared angry at the sun…
Hour 6: Death comes as the end
It has atlast been proved beyond doubt That earth is flat What a victory for our flat-earth societies! As the president of the world’s largest flat-earth society, I had the privilege to be the first To peep down and look what lurked underneath Bursting with…