Still I want you as the morning stills, birds not yet singing their songs, clouds still unformed, hiding beneath the red horizon, waiting. I want you as the noon shines down, blaring like a trumpet’s call, paws and feet pounding against the soft…
Category: Marathon Poem
Eany Meany – Men of Means
Every day, it seems The news, and many memes Feature stories of what men are Doing wrong. Famous men of means, The few, act as if they’re queens Or kings as the case May be. Their penis is their sword And, without a word They…
23 Discordant Day
The instrument let out it’s awful sound. No matter the time given to practice, there were but two options: rhythm OR notes that didn’t screech. Each screech left Bennet’s ears on edge. The intercom crackled. “Please have your pupil come to the office Prepared…
Childhood, In Three Pieces (Hour Twenty-Three)
Childhood, In Three Pieces ONE I climbed out of bed and fumbled through the hallway to the bathroom, rubbing my sleepy eyes with my tiny fists, even though Momma had told me not to. I lifted the lid and lowered my Strawberry Shortcake Underoos…
Radar Love
Sitting alone in a bar Miles away from anywhere I feel nails on the back of my neck And the murmurs of a sultry voice Whispering in my ear I turn, but there is no one there I look at the clock, half past midnight…
Prompt 29/Childhood, Four -18
1. At four, I am nearly stepped on by my mother, who finds me camped on the floor under her side of the bed each morning. I have no recall of this, but I do remember hiding all my toys under my bed and then…
22. The Messenger XXII
The spectacle is in the eye of the beholder No matter how you look If you can’t see, Your eyes will be of little help It’s not about how you look, It’s about how you see Changing your eyes won’t make you see It’s you…
24 – rebel yell
she ran when others walked, she danced alone, a storm on the dance floor she was more than rebel, she was the wind a wild flower, expelling her seeds to roam the earth an ocean wrapped in skin let the world try to define her,…
21. Dear Future Love
Dear Future Love, I can’t believe I have finally met you. You came into my life in a flash of ultraviolet light. As fresh and as fine as I can imagine. You are kinder than I envisioned. Smart and funny on the outside…
Marathon’s End- a Haiku
Birdsong and first light announce morning’s arrival. But I choose to sleep.