National Poetry Writing Month 2020, Day 2

The napowrimo.net prompt for day 2: ‘write a poem about a specific place —  a particular house or store or school or office. Try to incorporate concrete details, like street names, distances (“three and a half blocks from the post office”), the types of trees or flowers, the color of the shirts on the people [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2019 Day #2 (pt. 2)

Here I use the napowrimo.net prompt: to write a poem that ends with a question. To worry about the current is to drift, rudderless without fathoming the depths after having suggested the ocean cruise instead of the train trip across America Would you at least have paid for a sleeper? (2 April 2019)

National Poetry Writing Month 2019 Day #2 (pt. 1)

Here I use the prompt provided by poet (and bookstore owner) Chris Jarmick on his blog, POETRYisEVERYTHING. This prompt is basically the same as last year’s Napowrimo.net prompt for Day 18. As I did then, the poem I used for my line-by-line backwards response was ‘Ophelia’ from Janée J. Baugher’s book Coördinates of Yes. This time, [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2018, Day 2

Using the prompt from Napowrimo.net—to ‘write a poem that plays with voice.’ Adopting one of the suggestions, I took an earlier poem and imagined the other side of the conversation (as such)… 88 and counting (duet version) 1 I went down the list and counted You have left eighty-eight pieces of yourself behind so far [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2017, Day 2

My second poem for National Poetry Writing Month combines the prompts from Napowrimo.net (write a poem inspired by, or in the form of, a recipe) and the Napowrimo Facebook page (write a poem inspired by your favorite piece of art)… Alchemical trails Mix light             dark             color texture             doubt                         hesitation Place a frame [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2016, Day #2

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to ‘write a poem that takes the form of a family portrait.’ We never did those in my family, so (as Mad magazine might put it) blecch! If you were to go by the evidence we never existed Nowhere will you find all of us together at the same time A man in [...]