I shared this poem yesterday afternoon in preparation for this global event on poetry marathon.     The Poetry Marathon Login to the virtual realm in enclosed time in a given space Addressing prompts in poetical expression at an hour across the global landscape clearly…

To be stairs Sure, steps always, but stairs? Floating upwards Built-in integrity Supported intentionally from The very first nail. Instead of this flat thing, Winding and never feeling The full exertion of those walking This simple path. Never mind the location! The path doesn’t see…

You did it! Congratulations! I am very impressed! You wrote 24 poems in 24 hours. This is an achievement that few poets ever accomplish. Although if you are a returning marathoner, some of you might be accomplishing it for the second or third time! Now…

I think I did it Holy shit i did it?  I fuckin’ did it!

The night resides for sleeping, I couldn’t stay awake, My body yelled at me, And my eyes wouldn’t cooperate. The night is designed for us Who love to roam the day, We ride the sun’s path Highlighting with laughter along the way. Sometimes we can…

the lot in life for a writer solitary time savored the attraction lost on others not so infected alone is not lonely my companions the ideas in my head, struggling to make their way to freedom through fingers artfully laying them across blank pages remaining…

Write another one The sun is up and shining Then go back to sleep 

Why would you do that? Because I love to write What will you get from that? A satisfaction at night How much are you going to be paid? Not a single dime Who would make you do such a thing? This writing passion of mine

the fading wisps of smoke from a dying campfire are the sweetest dying embers sputter dousing sand sizzles   I miss that   we built a fire pit in the backyard of my old, small town home; thirteen-tons of flagstone and granite I moved from…