We return you now to our regularly scheduled programming… I cut back the daffodils today—I think One plant looks the same as another in twilight grey and black the living the dead the barely hanging on the maybe it’ll look better in the morning and maybe I can forget the way she once did the [...]
Dear Thursday, So busy today I almost forgot what day it is. Love, Kevin (30 April 2020)
I went with an alternate prompt for Day 30: ‘Make a found poem from some of the lines you wrote in your NaPoWriMo poems. Use at least 8 different poems and write a poem at least 10 lines long.’ Each line of this poem comes from earlier poems. That’s an old song now lines not [...]
Dear Wednesday, I’ve had naptime and it’s barely afternoon. Okay! Love, Kevin (29 April 2020)
I took a contrarian approach to the napowrimo.net prompt for Day 29: ‘write a paean to the stalwart hero of your household: your pet.’ They all want to know about the cat— cat stories cat photos cat plots and cat conspiracies No (28 April 2020—posted April 29) Wishes sometimes have consequences—available to order from your [...]
Dear Tuesday, I’m sensing some ambivalence. Love, Kevin (28 April 2020)
I took kind of a sideways approach to the napowrimo.net prompt for Day 28: ‘Describe a bedroom from your past in a series of descriptive paragraphs or a poem.’ I didn’t really give a description, or limit myself to a single bedroom… Someone else gets under the cover now and closes their eyes amidst the [...]
Dear Monday, Sun! Nice of you to join us. Love, Kevin (27 April 2020)
Napowrimo.net made me their featured participant today for my Day 26 poem. Woo-hoo!. Meanwhile, I followed the napowrimo.net prompt for Day 27: writing a ‘poetic review of something that isn’t normally reviewed.’ Technically, the subject I chose is being constantly reviewed, but there you go… The nightmare is always the same The running tally sits [...]
Back to the napowrimo.net prompt for Day 26: filling out an ‘almanac questionnaire’ and basing a poem on the responses. Outside grey and cloudy he’s got to cut back the daffodils in a day or two— this 57-year-old male human in pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt must maintain his house’s shipping container chic He was [...]
