There to be Found That’s not the way she found us Huddled in sheets tossed to the wind No puzzle box limbs expertly locked In tension, loaded for action, Already commenced. That’s not the way she found us: Hands on hands on face in…
Category: Miscellaneous
Getting Home
There are many ways to get hime You can go on Nakoma Road, Old Sauk Road, Old Middleton, or Gammon Road. There may even be other ways, satisfying, interesting, dramatic, or dull ways; Yes, home; there is only one 805 Blue Ridge Parkway. One kitchen,…
24 Hour Marathon Hour 2: A Tribute to Emily Dickenson “The Puzzle”
Where is my heart scattered over the territory left outside of me resting, agitated, awaiting decree I shall attempt to define each piece before I reach a conclusion of totality’s transfusion I could take steps from my feet of pain to embrace a life that…
Hour 1- Tearful Topography
I am on my side centipede For the sobs have drilled to the core already Cracked and vibratoed I have fallen into the aftershocks The little trembles When the ache is deepest Has dripped its way through my throat Rested on my chest Tripping over…
Hour 1 – Shadows – “The past draped us like cloak”
As she stared at the deep reds and the purple sunset She walked into the shadows of a red brick building That was her high school, her old school Along the library that smelt of old books Under the tree, where she spent her lunches…
Untitled Hour #1 Poem 9/2/2023
Door cracked slightly ajar A slip of mid-morning light through a thin atmosphere of dust and cat hair This is where the past found me Terror in one hand Wonder in the other
Time to Begin to Begin
It was a day Like many days past. Up, showered and dressed Tasty cereal down the hatch. It’s Saturday, fun day No work, only play But this day, this Saturday Is Poetry Marathon Day! Getting started for some Can start out a bit slow I…
The Road to Somewhere
The Road to Somewhere I made a small gesture by paying the ten cent toll on the trip that all my learning prepared me for though I didn’t know it at the time. The small entry point to Canada welcomed me…
Hunger
Imagine the late 1980’s United States of America A gathering with linking hands from coast to coast; an unbroken chain of communities linked despite differences; Hands Across America in common cause a benefit to feed hungry Americans a frozen frame captures my…
Marathon 2023 Poem #1 Let the Journey Begin
Let the Journey Begin Didnt it really begin a long time ago? …