Hi – my name is Tammie /zhao. l o l , it came out like that so I thought I’d leave it. This way the algorithm might lose again, ha! I’m finding myself venturing into different pockets of the world – because there are so…
Category: Marathon Poem
Control. #thepoetrymarathon #prompthourfour
“Possibly with a blank sheet of paper enclosed, by way of explanation.” Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters by J.D.Salinger. When did I lose control? When exactly, did my life Start careening mindlessly Among the debris of stars That have fallen to pieces Around me?…
Tomorrow
“I’ll do it tomorrow,” I said. “No, you won’t,” she said. “Yes, I will.” “No, you won’t.” “I always do!” “You never do!” “You said that yesterday.” “”Yes I did.” “But today is today NOT tomorrow! Tomorrow is tomorrow!” “Are we clear?”
“An Ode to Dishwasher”
“An Ode to Dishwasher” Ah, what a relief To wake up or go to sleep With no dreams of dirty dishes Waiting for me. No longer will my counters Be full of gross, sticky messes Or particles cakes on the silverware. No longer will I…
Murals
1. Through transit windows burst blood, sweat, and paint of those just making a name with a circus-act canvas turn concrete to gallery 2. No city permit As we implement our own “urban renewal” with a neighborhood blessing on buildings they just condemn 3. “Vandalism”…
Withering Mountains (Hour 4)
Striated towers of earth, secret pillared mountains emerging from the mists. How majestic you are, each cut separately from the other, collonades assembled like the ribs of a fallen giant. Once upon a time were you not all of the same mountainous hillside? Centuries shaped…
Dear Dream
Dear Dream Please rest. No more digging, store the shovel in the shed until spring. No dredging corpses of regret, no changing the past, let’s move forward. No more digging up, leave skeletons in the closet until we move. There’s no need to remind me…
Hour 4 – Resurrection
“No matter the wreckage, they still sing for you.” – Kate Baer How many times have I laid awake All night, convinced this was the end? So often, I have believed that this Was the Thing I could not recover from. Yet, the…
C.h.o.i.c.e.s.
Choices planted Hunt your existence Haunt your sleep Harvest your feather Choices deracinated Deny your greatness Decimate your strength Declare your death As Godin wrote, in his note: finally, realise that you are In a powerful position And use that power To do…
Hour 4 – If It’s You, I Owe You a Drink (text prompt)
One day Someone will read this story And wonder What the hell happened here? One day They’ll reach Chapter 8 And say “It can’t possibly get worse than this.” One day They’ll put the story down in disgust. They’ll say “Didn’t they consider dropping this…