Maui dark is darker than most. It is all you see is sea dark. 3am Maui dark out of these new windows is one white light on the horizon dark, it’s even the pigs must be sleeping dark, even the fish aren’t swimming dark, even…

Life’s Hero in a Pandemic, Poetry Submission #1, Ann WJ White My mother sits in her living room, polishing grave stones from afar. She paces back and forth on worn carpet, exercising her legs and mind. The photos she takes from the window highlight trees…

COURAGEOUS WOMEN A woman of courage . . . To live is our grace! To have come here . . . In a patriarchal society; fighting hard to be matriarchal! It’s time … We knew! We know! Yet, someone over rode it — Commit the…

it is not every day one gets to meet a woman like you perhaps, it is the way heavens have blessed me to have known you perhaps, it is your charm and the things you did not do perhaps, your warmth is in what you…

Bare feet with dwindling heat, entered this world with hope of her own world. The world,gloomy,grimmy disheartened her, every stride frightened her despite she imagined her own world. Rose queen killed by her thorns, left nothing to torn. She rose again with hope of her…

City-glitters. You would have said that this photograph sucks. I would have laughed at that. And that would have been my favourite photograph. Of these city-glitters. For you were my city-glitter. May be more. May be less. Who knows. Tiny sparkles of light caressing the…

I wasn’t sure if I was to post the first poem between 9am.and 10am, or AT 10am. So I’ve posted a baker’s dozen to be on the safe side. Thank you for this great opportunity.

It was so hard for me to sleep. If the Creator had not created in us the ability to fall asleep, the world would have been filled with sleep junkies: Men and women and girls and boys who are permanently high on the severe dose…

No one believed I could write a novel in 72 hours. When I signed up for the International 3-Day Novel Contest in 2009, no one in my circle of author friends had heard of it and no one thought the concept was “possible.” It turned…

I don’t know if people post a lot of things on here that are not related to poetry, but I’m trying to journal the whole experience. Today I started a new notebook for the marathon and planned a tentative list of what my poetry goal…