National Poetry Writing Month 2022, Day 28

My Day 28 poem, based on the prompt at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-eight-8/. This is a concrete poem (as such); the text appears in more straightforward style beneath the image. Weeds multiply in front of my housewhere they’re not supposed to grow. Despite my best efforts to keep them at baythey sprout forth and spike at all angles,clustered [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2022, Day 27

My Day 27 poem, based on the prompt at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-seven-8/. It’s a conundrum.Wednesday is wearing her Sunday disguise again. Wednesday often wears her Sunday disguisebut it’s always incomplete somehow. Somehow, she always leaves out little details,so it’s impossible to guess her intent— impossible to tell whether she’s feeling lazy or playful,or maybe a little forgetful. [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2022, Day 26

My Day 26 poem, based extremely loosely on the prompt at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-six-8/. Elementary schoolpicturesinevitably have that first-day-of-classcast to them. Signs propped up in frontidentify the school, class, date, and (sometimes) teacher;missingis the name of thelocale,every time. (26 April 2022)   Order Wishes sometimes have consequences from your favorite local bookstore! IndieBound search: https://www.indiebound.org/search/book?keys=wishes+sometimes+have+consequences If they [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2022, Day 25

My Day 25 poem, based on the prompt at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-five-8/. She is not a visionbut a feeling, an impressionalmost an impulse—vague, fleeting, barely defined I’d like to think I could conjure her upwith the sound of magentamade by current that hums But the siren’s songbelongs to the sirenand she is very particular Even if she [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2022, Day 24

My Day 24 poem, based on the prompt at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-four-8/. He had the face of a navel orangerotting in the fruit bowlon the end tablenext to the red leather sofa His forehead had more cracks and wrinklesthan that sofa The hair on his scalphad more swirlsthan a category 5 hurricane—a veritable White Tornado If he [...]