it’s the only way we’ll survive. you can’t pretend we’re not all driving the same vehicle that is life that’s what make us special separate yet unique how we can be ourselves in a lifetime of dichotomy. if we are to discover our own identity,…
Category: Marathon Poem
Get Back
That’s the dream: return to the status quo and revel in your own gratification regress to an existence that can no longer sustain itself but the sad fact is where you once belonged no longer exists. It has metamorphosed into something no longer recognizable to…
H.13 – Meander
One step then another, another on and on. We start under stars, Venus bright above us, a trickle of light silhouetting the trees on the hill. Lights float in darkness, the ocean singing invades our bodies, as we reach the cliffs. We walk in silence…
Revolution
It was sparked in Minneapolis and quickly spread all around the world. there’s no end in sight in more ways than one but the success and progress being made is undeniable. even as the world continues to burn, we can see the hose on the…
Ocean Prayer, Hour 13
Deep breath Inhale salt spray Scan swells, stretch shoulders Time the set Plunge into the crashing waves Return to source of everything To where that first fish slithered onto the beach gasping for air Where that first single-celled amoeba divided, Setting off evolutionary chain that…
Hey, Jude
i just want you to know i’m here for you whatever you need. you’ve always been perched on my shoulder and turnabout is fair play. i carry the planet around so you don’t have to. i know it can be scary venturing out on your…
Always the Chef – hour 13, prompt 13
In the kitchen I like to be cooking is the thing for me reaching up for ingredients many first in the supermarket spree choose them very carefully or imagine a new recipe a la mode or soup du jour with me, you don’t know what’s…
#13 Swim
The world disappears and sounds are silenced as my head submerges, eyes open to a different world. I am aware of each breath, aware of every part of my body I push myself forward all outside things are muted now, small, My anxiety comes of…
Prompt 13 hour 13
BY THE BOOK. .Sniffing her large book She slips into her covers Dark coffee in hand
Prompt 13, Hour 13 – Anew
Surrounded, I scan the area: shelves full of disarray; hangers tilted, the folds undone; sparkling dust dancing in sunlight, and setting atop smooth surfaces and into nooks unused. I am outnumbered. I am called to enjoy the day, but first – my space. …