Aloha 2022 Poetry Marathon Poets! Wow! I have waited all year for this (I say this every year), but this year it seems the need to crawl into our writing space together is stronger than any other year. I am blessed and humbled to be…

It is safe to be here. Now. It is comfortable to be here. Now. It is pleasant to be here. Now. It is appealing to be here. Now. Here, you do not have a Putin breathing down your neck. Or annexing your territory. Or questioning…

Hi there, my name is Madison and I am a self-published author under the name of SincerelyBlueJay. I have done the poetry marathon before, but never with this group of souls – and I’m so excited for a new/old experience. Or a well-worn habit with…

Hi, everybody, I am glad to be a part of the Poetry Marathon 2022. I am looking forward to reading all the great poetry that will be created during this marathon. I am getting myself mentally and physically ready to make some positive contributions to…

Well, my fellow marathoners, we are coming to the end of a rather short but educational and worthwhile journey. Several of us have already submitted our poems for the anthology. When that is done, it is time to take a little rest from our labors….

Hi all, Is there a way to jump to the beginning of the (many pages from) 2021 Marathon so I can read the posted poems? There are thousands of pages of posts and comments and would like to start at the start. Advice appreciation. Bravo/a…

My internet went down before I could post my last poem. I sent in the poem to the email for the marathon as soon as I saw it hadn’t been posted. Fortunately it was only the one poem because my area had a lot of…

Kids, Army, not in that order. College at 20, 24, 28 and 40. Art, pottery, painting, poetry. English degree first; Social worker last – childhood and my marriage fed that well. Trauma therapist now – childhood and the marriage fed that well also.  I discovered…

Houses make me nervous They can burn down Buildings with floors Have the possibility of collapse Bridges are unreliable London Bridge fell after all But the Mississippi River Is the one constant of my life Sitting on its banks I feel at peace When leaving,…

I hear my boots Scraping on the pavement On an empty street At 2 am I see ribbons of light Swirling around me Ghosts of the cars That went by I feel prickles On the back of my neck Caused by the person Following me…