Dear Sunday,
So, why did I think writing twelve poems in twelve hours wouldn’t be tiring?
Love,
Kevin
(14 August 2016)
Dear Sunday,
So, why did I think writing twelve poems in twelve hours wouldn’t be tiring?
Love,
Kevin
(14 August 2016)
Twelfth poem of the day. I followed the prompt, which was to write a poem using at least five of the following words: moon, lake, glory, jeep, breastbone, spare, canopy, panic. This means I am officially done with the half marathon. Depending on how I feel after I come back from tonight’s reading, I may try to add a couple more. If I don’t, good night! Continue reading
Eleventh poem of the day. I followed the prompt, which was to write a poem from the point of view of someone without a home. Continue reading
Tenth poem of the day. I went with a found/blackout poem approach, then added my own twist at the end. Continue reading
Ninth poem of the day. Got myself stuck—until I decided to write a haiku, which forced me to focus. Continue reading
Eighth poem of the day. The prompt for the hour was to write a pantoum… Continue reading
Seventh poem of the day. Continue reading
Sixth poem of the day. Continue reading
Fifth poem of the day. Continue reading
Fourth poem of the day. Continue reading