scraping the barrel here asking me to write about pizza most of which I’d rather not but then I remember the glorious pizza of my childhood Shakey’s Pizza Parlor oh the world has never seen pizza in all its potential glory unless they experienced pizza…
Category: Official Marathon Prompts
12 midnight. Poem 22. Bisquik Pizza
12 midnight. Poem 22. Bisquik Pizza With her Bisquik box Mom made white lady pizza. Dad went nuts for it. Ground beef sausage cookie sheet Pizza. So L.A. suburbs…
Prompt Twenty-one – Captain Haddock Dunning
Hour Twenty-one – Text Prompt Write a poem that starts and ends with the word running. Captain Haddock Dunning Running a tight ship like he was wont to do, Barking command till he was blusterly blue. Poor old Captain Haddock Dunning The men were…
Prompt for Hour Twenty-Two
Text Prompt A few years back I prompted everyone to write a cheese poem because of this quote, “Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.” ― G.K. Chesterton. The same could be said of pizza, so that’s your prompt this year. Pizza….
Hour 6 : Betwen the pages of everyday
In this flat setting, humans, like letters, stand out. Perspective accounts are being written all throughout the country. Settlements are like punctuation marks where lives collide, like the rivers and mountains, the ancient ink of the Earth. Huge oceans, and an ink-black sea, shroud a multitude…
Hour 21
Running scared running low running into running next to running two for one running away running over running under running a meeting running against running out running on borrowed time and just plain running
Hour 21 prompt
A SPOON A DAY The colours of the rainbow Can be found in our food, How can anything in life Ever taste so good? So many cuisines in the world The delicacy of each can never be verbally told Food is made special by the…
Running (double nonet) – Hour 21, Prompt 21
Running, words jammed together in here mind is jumbled, not very clear four more poems, tangling hair nouns thrown through morning air fresh picked verbs, bulbs rare one more poem done bedtime, I now need run except … running will never be done three more…
Homecoming – Hour Twenty-One
Homecoming As angelic lights summon me home I am welcomed by those that I love No more am I destined to roam While my solace comes from above I am welcomed by those that I love Their warmth brings incredible ease While my solace comes…
Hour 5 : The Mirror is Lost
I remember this day with grief, a great contradiction. A part of me is bound for every year I become older. With each passing hour, I bid farewell to the embrace of youth. To commemorate this birthday, I grieve the loss of my previous flower….