Poetry Marathon Hour 22:

Deceiving devil: You, you deceiving devil you, have you ever considered the mess you make just by wandering through hearts you’ll never really know or hallways you refuse to actually explore? You, you deceiving devil, you, somehow you’ve made your way to my pages, cracked…

Hour 22 – Awake, O Sleeper

Wake Up the visible becomes light Awake, O sleeper, Arise from the dead and Christ will shine on you.” Wake yourself, you who have drunk from the hand of the LORD the bowl the cup of staggering. Awake, awake, put on your strength for no…

White Feathers

  A white feather,  Alone  Blowing through a Target parking lot,   In the desert.    A saucy Irishman once told me,  He found them after his sister died. They were stuck in grass, Or doing cartwheels down the road,  Snowflakes from an angel just beyond….

Ah, New York!

I remember you and your bustling vibrancy! Energy, like nothing else in the whole world. Creative consciousness wired in a hive mind. That’s you, New York, and I still love you!

The Healing

Crossing into another time They could finally be free soak up the rays of the golden sun Bathe in the hot springs heal their scars and forget the past breathe

Wild Life Tale (prompt 27 and 28, Hour 22)

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 urchins and sharks were just part of our…

The Night is For Sleeping

I should be sleeping Yet words hold me hostage I have forsaken my soft dream making bed For the cold plastic metal clacking and clicking of nonsensical statements

At the Diner

She sits waiting for Her prince Charming to show up, Pumpkin coach outside.   At the Diner Lue August 14, 2016

Close

I’m still here awake against what my body tells I’m still there awake