Forest Ranger – Poem 11     The Forest Ranger sees through the painting On the wooden floor of the patio fainting Music denotes his heart beat as he listens Headphones a sign of his glisten   On the wooden floor of the patio fainting…

Don’t Count your Chickens before they hatch- Poem 9   Today is the Poetry Marathon across the globe Countries with different time zones Participants from different countries Have to come together for the same poetries   Have to come together for the same poetries As…

Food is Music -Poem 6   Food is the heart of the soul Water, Sunlight, and dancing trees Crops are the music to the soul Hopping, back sliding with disease Skipping, pack planting with increase Starving, as Poverty strikes our world Hunger, as Food banks…

Ode to Freelancer-Poem 3   The bridge with views The river overlooking the green The woodlands on the river screen The green on the walk offscreen   The Bridge with views Photography her passion Vacation her progression The rock her disillusion   The Bridge with…

coffee and change ~   Portland and the homeless encroach like zombies on the lucky the ones who live in houses   in apartments have homes have families who still speak have coffee and change we who have it do not fear it but without the…

Hello! My name is Erin and this is my first year participating in the Poetry Marathon. I’ve opted for the half, since I can’t run very far 😉 I’ve been writing poetry in earnest since middle school – mostly free verse, and found poetry, and…

I have heard about this beach, the meandering boardwalk, the wide expanse of sand. I imagine roaming piles of driftwood, singing like a gull, a lonely song that moves me. My bare feet are sandy and burnt like my father’s after we left him.  …

Source Material: The Land of Little Rain by Mary Austin This is the nature of chaos. Streaked with ash, evaporating the dark and bitter lies. The wind drifts between them, the quick storms scar them past redeeming. One expects not to depend upon brackish and…

Dear former Idealistic Self, 20 Years Ago, Twenty years is a blink, but you already know the relativity of time. So listen, and change course. The path you’re on, though good, is not the right path for you. You feel lost and you’re searching for…

It’s been 10 years since I stood under a midnight sky, sand beneath my feet, watching the fog linger above the ocean waves, while boats of all sizes swayed at their dock. I dreamt of getting lost within that fog, of diving beneath the surface…