To my best friend: Dearest, I fear I should keep your name out of this else you might identify yourself. I know that’s kind of the point of letters but as long as I don’t name you it could be anyone. I miss you every…
Category: Marathon Poem
To the me who still believed
To the me who still believed, I know you are hurt afraid to get up again of falling down again I know you are sad suffering, in darkness You who used to believe in everything good… I think it’s time for you to believe again….
Shuddering Down – Hour Four/Prompt Response
It’s been a little over three years. Can you believe how fast they’ve gone? It feels like yesterday that we all spent the day at the Aquarium You, in your wheelchair, laughing at the fish and the sloth You, in a fresh ballcap, struggling with…
Hour 4 – The 498,311
The 498,311 (as of June 27, 2020) Dear Friends, I did not know you but I can guess your lives Filled with sorrows and joys Loved Ones and strangers work and rest and good times, I hope Until those last weeks in pain, alone, fighting…
Hour 4: Dear Grandmother
Dear Grandmother, I wish you could see, my ink stained hands, Where he needled in birds, 10, that I could count But I can no longer inherit the chains I ought to love Was born to love, everyone says The wounds hurt, that held…
When Rock Stars Die in the Desert
Dear Keni, They haven’t solved your death. I think about you and your last breath. The coroner doesn’t return my calls. No one speaks of your blood splattered on your paintings and walls. Your dog is happy and with a friend. I have not forgotten…
My Love Poem
He is a lovely jailor who loves me in cage of his arm, making me warm. His kiss is a miss that’s why I am piss. my god knows how my cleavage survive without his bite, while I miss that lovely ride craving to be…
Hour 4 Prompt 4
Dear an ex who I have forgotten your name, I wonder if you knew that you made the lilies wilt the day you left not the lilies you gave me but the ones I gave you they were bright, strong and beautiful warming our house…
Zoom Bomb
Zoom Bomb In these pandemic times our poetry events are virtual, Hollywood Square boxes with smiling faces waiting for feature poets, open mic, a chance to chat at the end. Last night, I was a feature, wore a sparkly purple top, matching eyeliner and shadow,…
Forgotten advice
Dear Thomas, Your sage advice, your guidance and observations Have been turned to memes by the likes of those you surely rallied against posted often and loudly proclaimed as beliefs of their own but never really understood No use to address them akin to administering…