I miss the way Your fingers feel on my skin How they slid over my back And down to my waist Ghosting over my shoulder And sliding down my thigh People don’t get to touch me like this Not often And the memory of it,…
Category: Official Marathon Announcement
Flavours of Cheese
G.K. Chesterton once wrote “Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.” Dad introduced me to the delightful taste of cheese. In our home, Dad made different flavours of cheese An omelette got cheese Rice puddle had cheese Stuffed bread had cheese Everything…
If I Had Held On
If I had gone with you… I think our lives would be very different now Sans stretch marks, C-section scars, and broken bones But I wanted to make sure you knew What you wanted Maybe that was stupid Maybe I was scared Maybe you seemed…
You cannot sleep now
the publisher’s team visits tomorrow the agent meets with you ahead of the team tomorrow you cannot close your eyes now wake up right now defer your nap put on your cap this is a dream come true you have to be prepared through…
Hour 10: The Crows and Rooks
“Crows and rooks are rather clever birds, Forever discriminated, as stupid and gratuitous, Because of their colour, Yet, I fail to see how their colour, Defines their worth, For they are incredible specimens, And are far from being redundant.
An Ode to Holy Writings
When a man wakes with the yearning of a lad for breast milk, he sucks whatever looks like a nipple. This is not me even though this poems says I’m hungry for holy writings, for solid food. Lead not to my abode, the clergy who…
Ode to Smith
You are the reason seasons of my life move sans treason. Had we not met; if you had not met me, and shared knowledge of God and the Bible, week-in, week-out for aeon, would make a different story. Wouldn’t have replicated the knowledge. Talk about…
Hour 9: Magic
“Magic is wondrous, But ’tis just an illusion, Abra-Cadabra
Walking under the stars
Walking under the midnight stars Invisible paths and many scars Rope-like creatures lurk around Crickets and flies all abound Moonlight watches overhead Stars peep under the ocean Eyes on the road ahead Soon we will be in bed
Buds- Hour 16
A tinge of sweet Like the citrus burst from a lemonade But not quite as sweet as sweet as overwhelming Overwhelmingly sour The type to make your eyes twitch for a bit But I craved the sweetness So I took another sip But it must…