I write for a local paper, have 2 dogs (one who grew to be an UNEXPECTED giant) and a cat, lots of kids and grandkids and 2 great-grandbabies. I garden, sculpt, paint, and hike. I’m not the world’s greatest poet, but I loved the challenge…
Category: Miscellaneous
Intro:
Hi everyone. I’m Kofi Acquah from Ghana.
Intro of Me
Hello! My name is Laurie McKay. I have 5 brothers and 4 sisters. My mother is 92 this year. My dad, two brothers and one sister have passed. After a tremultuous and promiscuous era in my 20’s, I was fortunate to find my soul mate…
What is worst,Ice or Fire?
What is worst,ice or fire, You know what,let’s inquire. Our planet earth will end with a final vow, Either it will freeze and frigid in ice after 40 days and forty nights of rain and freezing floods of water. Or inferno of wild fire, turning…
The 2016 Poetry Marathon Anthology
So this year, as long as everything goes as planned, there will be a Poetry Marathon Anthology. Submissions will open September 3rd and stay open till the 12th. All submissions must include two poems, no more, no less.. All submissions must be made via our…
Sign Up Announcement & An Email List
Sign up this year will go from the 11th of July till the 19th of July. In the next few weeks we will start an email list so if you want updates and reminders directly in your inbox make sure to sign up then.
2016 Poetry Marathon Updates and Ideas
The Poetry Marathon continues to grow every year. Every year the diversity of the participants increase. In 2015 individuals living on 6 different continents participated. There were several mother daughter teams. The oldest poet was in their 80s, the youngest was in their teens. Experienced…
Announcing the Date of the 2016 Poetry Marathon
More updates will be coming soon. Please email any questions or ideas to poets@thepoetrymarathon.com
Poem 2/12:free-fall
free falling within outside: it’s so still, dark, quiet. i hear the dark rush of the winds, inside. not quiet; not still; dark.
Wishful Thinking
Dreams are the imagery of what we long for, neural playground for the literary soul, to wander, with flashes of memory, their fabric ripped and slurried, run with others, to rise dripping with thought and vividly there. Ripped and wrenched, stirred in the vat of…