Youniverse Take your time. Take all time because the Universe belongs to you. You wield it so. It is yours because you willed it so. Space is jelly. It can collapse on itself and form anew. Liquid does not bend, it swallows. Stars crunch. They…
Category: Miscellaneous
12pm Exhale
Let go…..
Letter // Hour 4 Half-Marathon
Ah, Smiles emerge when I think of you standing there: tall, kind, soft-spoken – the first gentleman I’ve known. We waited for car rides and balanced books that bright afternoon. Your wit and insight shone through and broke your shyness. 13 at the time, little…
Letters from Home
Mom, I’m participating in this years Poetry Marathon again. I really wish we had been able to do one together. You were the reason I started writing poetry in the first place. “Mandy & Nanny” will always be my favorite. You were the inspiration for…
Recipe for a Guaranteed Disaster Hour 2
Hour 2 Recipe poem The Perfect Recipe for a Guaranteed Disaster Ingredients Me Longing Loneliness Dark Dance Floor Vodka Method ***Following the recipe is a suggestion. Disaster results, in any measure, are guaranteed when all of these ingredients are brought together. Take…
Hour 4, Dear Sue
Dearest Sue, Our lives had known so little loss before your death we hardly knew how to take it. You left a void near impossible to fill, though I have tried. From one former single mother to another, thank you for the son you raised,…
Eternity Now (Hour Three, A Nonet Poem)
Eternity Now Eternity now, why would you wait, when forever could start today? You could sing with the angels, drift away on a cloud, grab a golden harp and learn to play. Lord, please show me The Way. (A nonet consists of…
OH, Playing catch-up already!
Rain knocked the power out for a bit, but I have my poems started… posting in order now!
Shoreline Cross — Hour 4
It’s what you might expect at a rough and tumble spot not a beach but a graveled slope where dead-end meets Pacific Surfers dodge driftwood big chunks here so of course that’s what it’s made of this cross held together with sea twine and brown…
Dad
The final song at your funeral was, “How Can I Keep From Singing?” And I choked on my own tears and could not give those words flight to meet you. “You should sing at the top of your lungs at least once a day,” you…