conflict of interest freedom sought deepens in the core being seen in the life echoes edge out realization forming into transforming cornering and endangering anew greener pastures new bridges seen coloring in the shield of light exchanges seen in the haven for cornerstone…
Category: Marathon Poem
Prompt 17, Hour 17 – Landline
“Hello, may I speak with the lady?” “Who is this?” Some conversations, will not be missed. Hidden, your dalliances are your best kept secret, snug in your pocket.
H, 17 – Storyteller
In the corner collecting earth your lonely frame now rests, you no longer shine or sit, in the centre of my desk or place ink upon a page, no one will read the stories we never worked to tell for our technology is weary, and…
delighted partaking
tremors of new religion moving the psyche of new realm coloring the world in the pavement of endangered marveling bridge of exchanges clarity marvelous manifesting freedom of new heaven delighted partaking marvelous serenading rendering in the path for new formalities clarity unveiled…
hour 17 poem
True Lies Every day we hear them, their purpose is mayhem. The more the better and certainly, no encyclical letter. Maybe you will repeat what was said in a tweet, or what you heard on Fox, or was it from some hawks. That you will…
Hour 17 — Vinyl Collection
Beth A. Fleisher Hour 17 Prompt 17: Write a poem about a form of technology that is obsolete or is headed that way. The technology could just be referred to in passing, like a telephone booth, or it could be a CD that is…
Old Photos
Yikes! How can I make my family photo albums? I thought it would be easy. Take a picture and download, edit, print. Easy. Then, I found Undeveloped film Negatives CD’s Kingston sticks Now what? What do I do now? If you can help me with…
Tick Tock
hands advance gently just a minute at a time so few understand
Plane Trip
Plane Trip taking off from the airport and landing at the place of choice is but a matter of two breaths: in between there are clouds where essence of life is laid out. Hour 15 @varenyas
The End of the Red Telephone Booth!
Crimson edifice, monument to a long-gone past; Cast-iron anomaly that guards the village store. What use have you today, whose last call made was by someone trying to find a w h o r e; a number picked at random from the posted cards? The…