This is my first full marathon. I do feel exultant at finishing, and exhausted at the same time. I’m grateful that Caitlyn and Jacob gave it another go. It was hard work. It will always be hard work, but you do it graciously. Thank you so much!
I just want to add that my submissions became wordier and more prosey as the night wore on. That was…[Read more]
My family was never really religious.
We were a mixed family, Catholic and Assembly of God.
Both had strict dogmas that prevented them
from marrying outside their faiths, so, of course,
that is what Mom and […]
Interesting journey through personal religion. Nicely done.
You left out humanism – euphemism! There is no way we can keep our ducks all in a row; there are precepts, laws, systems, doctrines, unpleasant stances and immutable truths that drive the lives we live. Stripped from our skin and the breath we breathe – the spirit remains: We are one.
Born in my parents’ hometown.
April is the month of bluebonnets.Many pictures of Mom in bluebonnet fields,
None of me. My Mamaw lived there, and she loved me.
We were poor. We moved a lot, but it w […]
Your poem is a personal journey, and coming from a large family of nine children, two parents and two grandparents, we lined up regularly not knowing the charge – accomplishes in an unknown crime. Most of the time my oldest brother took the case for us. He too found his sanctuary in music. I t must have been guilt from his “Big Daddy” authority that caused my father to teach my brother every brass instrument in the orchestra. Strength comes from suffering – sometimes. Thank you for sharing your life.
My sister’s first mistake
was to buy a house with her ex-husband.
Her second was to buy that house, with a pool.
We were raised on the coast—fished, swam and surfed.
So sand crabs and jellyfish, sea urc […]
My cat crept into my heart on little fog feet. I saw him born, but
he knew long before I did that we were meant for each other.
Why shouldn’t cats know in the way humans know
a relationship is lasting? He d […]
Acknowledging The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot
Read this in the dawning
When the flush of growth sings green;
When hope rises up like sap, and
Bent age is not yet a fiend.
There w […]
I want to burn
Not like a match’s golden flame,
Or fiery pixels in an online warrior’s game.
Not lava red or like a blinding solar flare;
Not glowing embers or a sharp prismatic glare.
I will fill my lun […]
Dear one with the silver hair,
Your baby days are past, and all your children gone.
But you are not a shriveled husk, some dried nut whose life is done.
You wear white hair like a badge of glory.
Bravo! Only […]
Dandelion. The wishing star of flowers,
ripe with ballerinas standing on their toes
to touch your center. White tutus starched and
standing out to catch the wind, they break free
and sail to where wishes come […]
I am camouflaged
behind a mound of hair.
In this small car
speeding across town,
I battle the rapids
of roaring rivers and shatter
into millions of diamonds
in their cascading falls,
or elbow the sheer […]
Physicists claim the universe is shaped
like a soccer ball, and we are inside, with holograms
coating the boundaries, projecting all possible angles of view,
individual and complete like Indra’s ne […]
The land knows you, even when you are lost.
She is you.
She never forgets.
Your juices are her juices.
Your flesh is her flesh.
In cold city offices,
In filthy concrete streets,
Dressed in your warmest and […]
In twos and threes the men arrive,
clean, well dressed, solemn.
Prayer shawls in packages tucked
under arms, white or colored caps
perched upon balding heads.
The building greets them,
swallows them up […]
Original Text for Erasure Poem: The Breath of Life by John Burroughs
As life nears its end with me, I find myself meditating more and more upon the mystery of its nature and origin, yet without the least hope […]
Dear Younger Me,
You knew on some level that life was magical.
Mystical. Enchanting. Unbearably new.
You were all full of possibilities and dreams,
always too headstrong to follow on cue.
That was always a […]
He didn’t mean to die,
and break his daddy’s heart,
that poor little Willy, but he did.
We almost lost our Mr. Lincoln to grief.
Only the kind spirits saw the danger,
knew what had to be done, and sel […]
Today, a physicist’s eyes lit up with glee, as he said,
We don’t know what dark matter is,
but dark matter is responsible for all of us, and all of this, being here.
Forty years ago I watched a guru glow […]
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