National Poetry Writing Month, Day #16

Today’s napowrimo.net prompt is to answer a questionnaire about a place (real or imagined), then write a poem based on one or more of the answers. I ended up writing about my immediate surroundings—more specifically, in the context of my decision to make this what I call a ‘quiet day’. That means no unnecessary conversation, and no devices whose [...]

Day of the crescent moon (A poem)

Impressions and images from a Sunday afternoon, written quickly… Thumbnail in the sky beginning to melt Wingspans bloodied by evil scarred-over mistakes a long time coming Episodic ambitions carry over but never complete The second half is blanketed by clouds fit within a frame Scratches and scales points of vitae vis Arrangements fall out of [...]

Blankets and stars (a poem)

A slightly frustrating day yesterday—but I did manage to write something… The stars aren’t likely to show tonight cloud cover sits heavy above lights and sirens forming a blanket fort over the city We sit comfortably on living room sofas watching sitcoms and old movies laughing and crying and dreaming The blankets are warm and [...]

Dance 2 Noise 005 (a poem)

Written while listening to a Japanese artist’s cover of Culture Club’s ‘Miss Me Blind’ on a rainy, slightly blustery evening… Odd sounds come from the brown boxes connected to the silver box connected to the black box containing the spinning aluminum disc full of cover songs spit across its surface in tiny pits too small for [...]

Blackberry still life (a poem)

The October 27th prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, involves using the first line of Sylvia Plath’s poem ‘Blackberrying’ as the first line of a poem, and, if possible, including the word ‘blackberries’ in the last line or referencing Sylvia Plath in the title of the [...]

A long time ago (a poem)

The September 24th prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, involves writing a poem about the sky that has nothing to do with the weather. I couldn't avoid that entirely, but… My thoughts are as blank as the overcast sky onto which I project my memories of [...]