2017 Poetry Marathon: My half-marathon recap

Because I woke up this morning about an hour and a half before my alarm was set, I am very sleepy (I have been drifting off here and there between poems), so this will be short. This was my second time participating—and it was much…

2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Eleven: Empty

I don’t like to watch you dance because it stirs me up inside and I know you have no interest My infatuation does me more harm than good that’s when I turn to the Irish exit In short order I will remember seeing you dance…

2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Ten: Red

It was a small spot of red on a canvas dominated by blue and black a lone point of humanity amongst two armies without faces or names One small spot to represent the blood of millions lost A young woman walked by stirred by the…

2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Six: Amber afternoon

Where this is going suspension of time is to be expected That’s what always happens to me when I surrender Under this sky suspended in amber an artefact from some undefined age this moment knows no history it belongs to you and me, today Stretch…

2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Five: Zesto’s

Wednesday afternoon walking the few blocks down the hill with a dollar in my pocket past the Presbyterian church and neighboring houses through the vacant lot to get to the shortcut Sliding down the dirt embankment to the parking lot on Rainier Avenue I make…