We keep talking about this and I understand where you’re coming from, but sometimes there’s something to be said for nostalgia simply for Nostalgia’s sake – it’s been way too long since we’ve had a 2am phone call, since the tweety bird lighter got magically…
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour 1 : Warfare
Warfare: After Diana Khoi Nguyen Amidst the deafening noise of war, there’s a faint sound, you catch a glimpse of a familiar face you once cherished. When you witness countless soldiers who can’t speak anymore, there’s a melody in the midst of utter…
Hour 18 – The Crows Are Back
They arrived at dusk. It was light enough to see them gather and crowd in along the electrical wiring above the ancient Road house. When the little old woman fell, they swooped in on her doing what carrion crows do, even though she’d yet to…
Hour 18, Poem 23
A house engulfed in silence Empty sans for a lone crow There is no murder at least But it feels odd As blue bird eyes stare Right into my soul And I step back One step, two, three step, four I step out of the…
That Pleasant Feeling
cw: none One day, when those gentle hands leave – the window is open. The canary sits at the edge of the window, and feels the breeze. The sun is warm; the air is cool; it feels, inside, a song building. It knows, though –…
Haunt prompt 18
Haunt me They haunt me they do All of those who wanted true True loves with true hearts Bent knees and box rings They haunt me they do But they we’re proposing To something that isn’t new My lies have lies Who knows the…
seventeen: Rudy Shops Chicago For His Candidate
Rudy Shops Chicago For His Candidate It was as if Satan escorted the future to the record store And walked right past me Giving me, briefly The choices of Infamy or freedom As I stood closer Than the security detail Of a traveling mayor Of…
Hour 19 “Borne…”
Hour 19 9/3/2023 “Borne…” What do you carry? Where, why… and it means? I carry a life-worn stone… It “said” hi to me …from a box behind the vendor – that box was closed too, and when the vendor asked I told…
A Vital Smoke (17th Hour)
The light is dope The night is dope The mind is dope The minus dope The minus note The violin’s note the violence note The mindless hope To mind less hope A mind that scope A tied that’s rope A tide that’s boat My idol…