My name is Louana however I go by Lou for simplicity. I live in the PNW. I have two adult children, a wonderful daughter- in-law, and two beautiful granddaughters. I have been married to my second husband for 4 years. I left the workforce in…

Hi Marathoners, I’m a prose writer (fiction & memoir) and a poet. I have a poetry book titled “Saltwater.” The poems are about my childhood growing up in an abusive home. Writing is both healing to me and it is also one of the ways…

Hello Poets! This is my first “Half Marathon”. I am excited to be a part of the poetry marathon family this year and hope to participate more in the coming years. I embarked on this challenge after feeling the support from fellow poets and also…

I am looking forward to my second Half Marathon this Saturday. I enjoy writing poetry and also reading what others have written. What an inspirational event!

Desert worn weaves platted through, Silk soft with cactus pricks, Covering tapestry and promises to fly In places disintegrate at touch In others bare fist galvanized rough Such a foreigner to this landscape, Not sure what ground will meet my step, Months of cloud covered…

Thrusting faceless hidden in hair Why are you here with me Forgetting who is laying moaning in front Replaying moments I was inside you Her grip cast myself inside you again. Why months later is it still like this? You cast every feeling you had…

My beloved I know you want to go away I will love you from afar So many wounds drain you Dates haunt you The whole world of harm Has taken on my face Yet I have my own selfish blame You tell of so many…

Such a letting go occurs when you are away Empty staring into my imagined possibilities Does little potency of mine impact you there? No longer a passenger on the train Left at the station lost luggage around Experiences and tastes not mine to know Joined…

… about giving all control away. Being a passenger not having any say in where the car goes, how fast it goes, which route it takes to get there. Full surrender.” Purified ebony in musk polished calm, as sky and liquid carries off without distinction,…

Chisel striking downwards Every motion quite light Together eroding much Individually each cut make sense Yet together evaporating all. Constant tide washing against Unravelling all buried beneath Exhumed and exposed Still I stay washing away Not sure where else to go. Apologies croak throat too…