Time to grab a pick and start digging… (a poem)

It was a much quieter morning for me today than yesterday, even though I am still sneezing plenty. At least I had enough relief to enjoy some coffee and watch the first season of Girls (which I had not seen before) on Amazon Prime. I watch another one have another cup of coffee as I think about my life [...]

A mid-May morning (a poem)

I had not particularly intended to follow today’s prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, which is to listen to jazz or classical music, make notes of what comes to mind while you listen, then write a poem about something you thought of while listening. As it turned out, I started this poem while [...]

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 [...]

Sunday mornings at Grandma’s house (a poem)

Today’s prompt in The Daily Poet by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano is to write a poem that uses I remember to begin each line. I wrote such a poem a few weeks ago, but decided to give this challenge a try nonetheless. This time, I thought back to Sunday morning breakfasts at my grandparents’ house [...]

A bunch of questions and answers for no particular reason

I recently found some lists of questions posted by people on Tumblr. I guess the idea is that the people who see the posts then choose one or more questions to ask of the person who posted them. I didn’t feel like doing that, so I just did a quick copy-and-paste into a Word document… How [...]