2019 Poetry Marathon, Hour Seven: Interlude

My Hour 7 poem. Inspired by this piece of music I recorded back in March: Moonlight shines on the back of her neck suggesting muted colours, light textures a flowing arc I am intrigued, enchanted but keep a respectful distance This moment is a haven I am but a wanderer seeking sanctuary Yes, I may [...]

2019 Poetry Marathon, Hour Six: Welcome to my little corner of the world

My Hour 6 poem. Back on track. This is my apartment my refrigerator is either freezing cold or room temperature This is my desk where my computer is I prepare to do everything here This is my sofa—it’s orange! I do everything here This is my car the CD player is broken but I can [...]

2019 Poetry Marathon, Hour Five: 20 February 1993

My Hour 5 poem. I had to go back to my journals for this one. The man behind the counter has a drinking problem He ignores me I leave In the middle of the grassy field on the other side of the chain-link fence an old woman, wrapped in blankets and shawls rocks in her [...]

2019 Poetry Marathon, Hour Four: Moorage

My Hour 4 poem, based on a photograph by Jake Allison. This one took a little longer… Anchored and waiting calm seas under marble-blue sky dreaming about land Archipelagos long to sail on oceans wide leave countries behind In the bay, we sleep our boat swaying with the waves and green-blue sea dreams (22 June [...]

2019 Poetry Marathon, Hour Three: Morning menu

My Hour 3 poem… Eight a.m. Grey skies, cool breeze just light enough to avoid a “Quiche Lorraine” kind of day The birds are oblivious to such concerns tweeting, twittering, and chirping away as they do The sounds of the creek though muffled by the thicket of green along its banks are present, as always [...]

2019 Poetry Marathon, Hour Two: Mahou

My Hour 2 poem. Mahou (魔法) is the Japanese word for magic… No tricks No illusions No miracles No deception No sleight of hand No Houdini or Henning No mystical mumbo-jumbo No elaborate attempts at misdirection No sparkly filters or rose-coloured spectacles None of that When eyes meet, the connection is made— feelings sensed, warmth [...]

2019 Poetry Marathon, Hour One: I am

The insanity has begun! My Hour 1 poem… I am Such a strange phrase— two words, three letters They do not look like much but have much to say I am A declaration of existence often modified to suit I am An affirmative reply to questions of behaviour I am An admission of responsibility I [...]