The sun was aligned with us It’s warmth was gentle, yet hot enough To say hello The sun was aligned with us Illuminating it’s rays, Charging our skin for black always looks good shining The sun was aligned with us The sun was aligned for…
Category: Marathon Poem
Apartment Across the Way–Hour 3
In the apartment across the way the one above the laundry room chaos tumbles in chalk scribbles in toys strewn in childish bursts of joyful shrieking in galloping footfalls in resounding curses from adults In the apartment across the way the one above the…
3 Short Stories
Old raisins need a cookie to lie in and rest Silly spiders spin in small spaces to catch tiny bugs Barefoot toes find round pebbles with a loud ouch Old boys roll back in recliners and sleep to the game Grieving…
To Be Read While Listening to Norman Greenbaum’s “Rhode Island Red” (for S.G.)
It’s going to get harder to stay this way. It’s going to get harder to explain why I’m this way. It’s going to get harder to say I’m fine with it. I’m not fine. I say this unparenthetically. If I were onstage, I’d say it…
The Windowsill
Prompts Hour Three I cut spring flowers; poppies, iris, and peonies, for the windowsill. Next, I pick; geraniums and summer roses, for the windowsill. For the autumn; Chrysanthemums and sunflowers, for the windowsill. Snowy memories: bloom and dance, outside my windowsill. …
Repetition Prompt (Hour 3)
Family gathers around tables in front of the farmhouse. After a year of sheltering, retreating from contagious threats, A world reopens to fill the vacancy of time lost. At the center of the yard, a mighty pin oak weeps from a severed branch, secretions stain…
Invisible (Hour 3)
She observes from afar. She slowly stalks her prey, friends, an endangered species in this concrete jungle. Oblivious to her, they stare into their palms. Walking blindly, navigating obstacles, bridges, stairs. Capturing themselves, yet missing those around them. Connected in their disconnect, they do not…
The Bird Watchers’ Eyes
POEM 03 Oh those poor stalked birds! Oh those poor stalked birds! Oh those poor stalked birds! How they must suppose at camera lens and googly eyed binoculars trained on their every flight; magnifying or snapping up their sweet feathered sight. High and low, invading…
We Are Water
We Are Tip.Tap.Tip The world has drowned Tip.Tap.Tip Trees are swimming Tip.Tap.Tip Rain on my body Tip.Tap.Tip Water has finally Win
When I think of Paris – hour 3
When I think of Paris mostly in my dreams but thrice in reality, I see my heart fly. Just the drizzle of chocolate on warm and cold profiteroles or inside a croissant; when I think of Paris I glow like a sunrise. All…