Over by the rocks Hidden in a cave He spots a caravan Pulling three women Beaten and battered Hungry looking and distraught He longed to help them So he fired some shots Scaring their captors Freeing their souls He approached the trio And discovered they…
Category: Official Marathon Prompts
Phileas and Phoebe – Hour Eight
On a summer evening, I gathered a raincoat and jars in which to catch frogs Steam from my breath, out in the humid air, helped me to uncover a great mystery As I breathed, I noticed moisture accumulating on a foreign object in the dirt…
Be Normal
Why can’t you be normal? What is normal? I mean really Where is the exact description The written down prescription For normal Who are you to say what is normal? We can’t all do the same things Or have the same skills The same abilities…
Mission Failure
I dreamed I was running The wind whipping at my face The stairs endless before me Over and over There had to be an end to it I could hear you All around me I could hear you You were just around the corner Just…
my mother is a fish
oh Addie, you rest in power the privileged kind a dying wish that for your family becomes a death wish of sea monster proportions the dirge of your daughter is for her child as well and the nails of your coffin cannot keep the book…
You are Never Alone
He leaned back in his chair He closed his eyes The echoes of the dog’s growl Still echoed in his ears He remembered the screams of Young Lord Baskerville He rubbed his eyes He still wasn’t sleeping well He woke up screaming last night Images…
Prompts Hour Eight
Text Prompt Try and condense the plot of a book, any book, into a poem. It can be very direct and recognizable, or abstract and obscured. Prompt contributed by Evelyn K. Parrish. Image Prompt
Normal
Normal Not now or never again will life be Normal! Objection, I’d like to call you out on that. Explain Normal? Right..am okay..let’s see…before Covid-19 everything was normal! May I once again object? Each and every one of us is different not normal! All…
Seeing God through a Brother
Seeing God through a Brother Everyone has a name for hunger in his mother’s tongue. My Asian friend asked me in a chat what it’s called. I typed ‘ebi.’ He sent a voice note and distorted the pronunciation to mean vomit. It was normal for…
This Isn’t Normal
My son-in-law died of Covid. I wrote his obituary. I sent flowers. I didn’t go to his funeral. I knew it wasn’t normal. The governor was at Jerad’s funeral, without a mask. He shook hands with my grandsons who had tested positive for the virus….