Hour two

Your kiss like sweet sangria— slowly   loosing its red to my tongue.   lingers on my tongue.   my tongue wants more.

Hour one.

Earth— your tongue— flowers bloom   Fire— your body— engulfs me   Water— your kisses— quench my thirst   Wind— your touch— makes me feel

Concerning Expression

Concerning expression What cannot be expressed by taboo cannot be expressed by people in crisp, white suburban houses. What else cannot be expressed is like that which animals and babies cannot express. What exists in ticket lines and ATM transfers. Drug stores and allergy medicine….

Before the End

He is an earthy fool of morning— makes the uphill trek of five leagues and gathers anemones.   He is a fiery child of dusk— arrives in the quietness beyond fatigue and knocks at the door.   She is a flighty girl of night— wears…

September

September   I remember September, and those heady days of 1971 – ok, vaguely – before my sister was born and the world was mine alone.   Earth, Wind, and Fire – those horns always those horns brought the sun on my skin, my braids,…

The Gardener

The Gardener   Unprepared and precious, I lift them out with two hands. I find in the dirt of my new garden decrepit plastic whiffle balls, cracked open like an eggshell on one side where nothing has escaped, empty from inception, and chunk pieces of…

and so it begins….

Excited to be doing my third full marathon. I made so many friends through the last two years and hope to make a few more. The support offered here has led to my being ready to really put myself out there. Can’t wait to see…

The 2017 Poetry Marathon Updates Part 2

Thank you for all the helpful feedback we received to the first updates post! Based on that feedback we have a few announcements to make. There will be an anthology this year! It will be similar to last years because we will do our best to…