It starts as a smile Progresses to a full face explosion Running jumping and chasing. Then the slip. Was that a snort? My eyes crinkle up The corners of my mouth tickle. Burn. It is a full blown fire in my chest. Oh god. It’s…
Category: Official Marathon Prompts
Be strong.
Welcome to real life, A place of no mercy. Welcome to world of challenge A palace of “all alone” Nobody is there for help, nobody willing come to rescue. Nobody rest assured tcome to save nobody is anywhere so be strong for every man is…
A Tree of Bones (hour 11)
This tree of bones sits so alone one branch a femur all chewed up, from a beaver kneecap of giraffe limbs so long you can’t laugh the spindly twigs from sparrow’s wings and the trunk, does it dare from an elephant there the knot, it’s…
Hour 11: Narration Patulus
I could see his epiglottis how could I not have his upper lip almost kissing his nose with lower lip revealing strips from last night’s dinner he was a wonder to watch how could he not have left ear and shoulder tilted in greeting as…
Cross Country Trip – 1968
I had just graduated from college. I was leaving home to seek my fortune. Traveling by greyhound from Detroit to San Francisco. My sister and I sat on the side of the bathtub talking about “Come Back Little Sheba”, a movie we had recently watched…
Hour 4: One Hundred Years Beyond (Haibun)
To be the caretaker of this old farm is a precious thing. To be present for soft summer dusks, silent winter nights of glittering snow, the vibrant light of maeshine, and a small country road silvered by the harvest moon – all these mark our…
Ode to Joe – Hour Eleven
Joe, I love seeing you first thing every morning You are always there to wake me with a smile I taste you on my lips and my soul is awakened I feel alive again I would not ever be able to exist a day without…
Bursting At The Seams/ prompt 11/ 7pm
Hahaha jokes on you You thought you’d be the one To chuckle last But unt unt unt, Not so fast He who makes a funny Must be a comedian Oh how very convenient My words are rather lenient I kid you not Amusement is my…
The Sound of Happiness
The sound bubbles up out of his chest as he watches Sally, our Pyrenees, run the perimeter of the place. She’s on duty, only stopping to sniff, until she makes it back to her starting place at our feet. She drops, rolls onto her back,…
Hour 11 : Is it for Real?
Watching time pass through a foggy lens Going mute on memories Writhing in pain and agony I thought this was worth the wait I walk with a glimmering gold Crinkles adorning my eyes A few having a glance of my heart A misty wistful wish…