i know what’s coming cats don’t live longer than people i remember the pain the ineffable grief don’t want to get out of bed don’t want to go to school how could i when the best cat the world ever had was dead i wish…
Category: Marathon Poem
DEAR MAMA DEBBIE – Hour 4
DEAR MAMA DEBBIE I borrowed a towel from my buddy Alyssa, but oddly enough it doesn’t smell like her. Somehow when I dry my face and inhale deep, I’m in your kitchen with your bright smile so huge I’m worried you’ll tip over you’re…
11am – three – no title
soft, curly warmth belly up on my bed snuggly nose pressing into my arm… waiting for a rub…meow…
Hour 4: A Letter to My Reflection
A Letter To My Reflection Dear lost little girl I want you to know something I see you And when I say I see you I mean I am you We’re older now With laugh lines that rest In the corners of our mouth And…
Understanding Goodbye (hour 4 prompt 4)
You were so much more than your ending But that was long ago Long before your alcoholic demons took your soul Long before you lost yourself to the bottom of the wells Long before we hit this fucking town that I call Hell You used…
Dear Grandma
I miss your laughter and the way you sang out loud. I miss the comfort of your wisdom. The way you held your head so proud. I often wish that we could visit like we did back in the day. I have so many things…
Hour 4 — I’m Always Thinking of You
Beth A. Fleisher Hour 4 Prompt 4: My own. 🙂 I’m Always Thinking of You Wherever I am whoever I’m with whatever I’m doing whenever I let my thoughts loose . . . I’m always thinking of you.
Someday Sentiments are Letters to the Dead (Hour 4)
Hey Man, I didn’t want to contact you like this. Letters to the dead are really just letters to the living from the living, trying to reconcile with what we regret. If what I want to say is so important, why did I wait until…
4. i think i hope this finds you well
To whomst the contents of this electronic, very bland, correspondence may concern: “Whomst” is not a word. Not necessarily. But it is necessary to tell you the places that we used to go where it was a word, well, they’re brighter now. And the non-word…
Letter to Mama
My Beloved Mother, How are you? You would be wondering why I am writing you a letter. Do not wonder. I am thinking about you and all memories that I hold dearly. All the lessons you taught me still guides my every thought. You left…