Biscuit

I love me a biscuit That puts up a fight Before surrendering To the incessant attacks of incisors And crumbles and powders- A fortress in a siege, falling Like Humpty Dumpty from a wall, Or Jenga blocks stacked up too tall.   Who said victory…

2020 – 1

Taking your voice And giving it – but not away To others Who are less fortunate And can’t afford To have their own Yours will be heard Will echo – far Carrying their lives That some of them Live not by choice

Valley of Bones (Hour 11)

VALLEY OF BONES I have stood upon the mountain tops. I have rested upon the wings of soaring eagles, their feathers of silver and gold a celestial pillow. I have lain slain in the valley of bones, death more than a shadow – holding my…

(Hour 06) 03.30-04.30am. PROMPT: “haibun”

Part of what I’m hoping to do over the course of the marathon is (should circumstances allow) is work on poems in proposed sequences/other projects. The previous poem “Duchess of Oldenburg” (though owing to the prompt, it was very different to how I thought it…

words

Why do we call it warfare when war is anything but fair? Why do we call it a funeral when it’s anything but fun? Why do we get to ask these questions? – Because words.

Hour Four

  CLOUDS IN JUNE   a funny dark cloud followed little June down her street one day, as if to say, “I’d like to make good use of your time.”   Naturally she scurried away, closed the door of wood behind her, only to hear…

Will you?

When? When will we learn that different is beautiful? When will we see with our hearts and not our eyes? When will we read the character of the person with the discernment of our minds? Will we ever see that peace brings healing and war…