clay woman; the womb of her belly earthen dirt mixed with water bled on the sheets during the fire of passion and whispered in the wind love, love, love as his hands shaped her into his desire and she dried and cracked and broke not…

when i can’t bear to finish a book because it’s world will close disappear the discovery of fertile ground will be over it will be a path that i can always return to but it will never be new again i pause half way thru…

You can’t unspin What’s already woven But I zee you choke On word left unspoken You’ve left me nothing And I’ve had my fill Nothing’s still nothing Despite what you thrill Come inside my Heaven See what it’s about Come inside my wonder Let there…

6:00 A.M., Mountain Standard Time, West Salton Street, Larimer County, Colorado The crows aren’t even up yet. But I am. With flits and drips and drops of poetry chasing each other around me brain pan, I’m up. The kettle is on, there’s Bvumbwe treasure tea…

Anticipation minutes tick by seems like hours I can see the starting line but I cannot reach it feel the energy from everyone around the world so powerful.

Every wish before came true The good the bad The awful too And when she wished For what to wish What was the Universe to do

I’m doing a quick dry run for tomorrow’s marathon how many words to write in 30 minutes to an hour how long will I make an excuse to take a break and go to the bathroom how long will my tummy starve for food and…

Practicing my posting and wishing all Marathoners loads of creativity and stamina.  I invite you all to go that extra mile as the reward is great once you recover from the constant experience of words. peace tobett

To prepare for the marathon I went to the Poetry Library on the South Bank. While browsing, choosing books randomly, a title caught my eye – Barbaric Vast and Wild: A Gathering of Outside and Subterranean Poetry from Origins to Present – and it fell…

Just a few hours to go … getting ready