I never thought I could do this. But here I am, 18 out of 24. Started off with nothing but a slice of cake And a cup of coffee. The prompts came in so fast, And I thought it would be impossible to go half…
Category: Marathon Poem
20~3
He likes to watch. (he told me) Shine on him distracts me. Still, I am, In Charge. Smooth skin. Ladylike. Tongues kissing tongues And hands on flesh… Beneath me, Cunning lips purr… (I like to watch, he told me) His mind’s eye to…
Easter 2020
With churches closed and no one to visit, We zoomed my entire family, many for the first time It was wonderful to see everyone. To connect. We also ate candy and cooked a ham.
Hour 18: The Christmas Angel
The Christmas Angel Quite a few years ago, on a bittersweet Christmas day My family got together, all of us I must say. Family came from far and near with one thing on our mind It was most likely going to be my uncles last…
Prompt 18 Hour 18
On a full moon All Hallows Eve the forest it did call me in the center a clearing a fire so bright surrounded by sisters who flew through the night from near and from far we gathered to play around the fire we danced from…
Moon Magic (13th hour 2020)-haiku
The silver moon shines upon the indigo sea transcending the tide
Hour 18: Trip
In a small car meant for four we crammed five people and luggage and onwards we went Through highways, hills and small forests on a trip that was long due We reached the city after a day maybe two, on the road backs hurting and…
Freedom (12th hour 2020) Cinquain poem
Here me as I bellow my mind has troubled me far too many times to perceive Free me
marching call
the life changing cast call in the haven for future gathering serenading the life songs movement unending the engagement for lifetime manifestations converging in the connectivity discourses seen in the pathway for new desires pondering anew colossal madness unleashing for life events it…
El Grito de Lares (11th hour) -poetry prompt
Land of star shaped green trees that speak of atrocities Mountain Terrains carved with sacred secret spots of our pain Forever hidden from our oppressors who murdered us for capital gain Tiny frogs sing songs of celestial nights While we gathered ourselves for a fitting fight…