Eyes Only

Salute! Respect Honorary doctorate Yes, to the Moon Not to the loud mouthed Sun When darkness falls Darkness roam Wickedness Evilness croockedness They are awash The Moon sees all these Being a gentleman The Moon never tell It remain tight lipped like a fool yet…

He Will Not See Me Stopping Here, Hour Two

He Will Not See Me Stopping Here* My love lives in a high house on a hill surrounded by lush gardens and trickling fountains. He enjoys walking those paths mid morning, late afternoon, and early evening, digesting the day’s meals in solitude. I watch as…

HELLO

Hi there, my name is Janice and I am from Australia. I enjoy writing. I am excited for the 12 hour marathon, I will be joining in the second half of the marathon. All the best, let the words take control. Let your thoughts flow….

#2

As the years roll by, I reflect upon my life, I try to strip myself from this cloak of darkness, but it burns like an internal flame and I wear it all so well, these memories they haunt me. I wish I could put them…

Hour 2 – at sun down

the last light of life fades, the sun downs on my brow.  my hair are like the silver cups with fancy black bows you liked. I cannot separate anymore between left and right.   misty memories of moments, hazy hues crowd my sight. Yet I…

#2 My Snowy Woods

My Snowy Woods He gives his harness bells a shake/to ask if there is some mistake……but I have promises to keep/and miles to go before I sleep. Robert Frost’s Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening…. a poem we memorized in 7th grade, I…

When a Prompt doesn’t spark…

It’s tough, writing something When a prompt doesn’t speak to you When nothing seems to spark What’s a writer supposed to do I have no experience of hanging from a ledge Because I don’t have a death wish And I don’t like using others work…

Oh America

Oh America You wonder, you The Land of all the Free (So long as you’re born all of Straight, cis, white and he)   We pledge allegiance To the bones We pledge to all the fallen We the people pledge To avenge who you’ve forgotten…

Why bother with a scary wood? (hour 2)

If the woods are lovely, dark and deep As Robert Frost shared in Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening,  I would rather flip the page and leap I would rather move on and enjoy the evening   Why bother with a scary wood When I can…