NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 12: What happens when I try to get up earlier (a poem)

I did not follow any specific prompts for Day 12. Still, this poem feels somewhat like the damage poem suggested in today’s Writer’s Digest April PAD Challenge prompt… The Sunday morning coffee is slightly bitter but I’m sleepy The only problem is that I can still remember the sleepiness is not enough to overcome the power [...]

Vignettes (a poem)

A series of vignettes on this early morning… I The city lingers in my mind a ghost in search of a metaphor Even a bad one will do— the identity doesn’t care what it is as long as it exists In the meantime it is protected II I once drew the eight of diamonds but [...]