Week 1/Day 3. born of Old Depression, she sleeps (a poem)

This is my third poem of the online retreat. temporal clarity as a pointed peak poking around morphine fog a picture painted in stochasm a misaligned screen through which ink no rose no glass oceans of atoms murky heavens in mushroom squelch neighboring metals rust silently the amusements of a young girl fold like irons [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2019 Day #3 (pt. 2)

Here I use the napowrimo.net prompt: to write ‘something that involves a story or action that unfolds over an appreciable length of time.’ The doors close the air in the last car of the train is crushed and compressed The distance to the other side of the moment does not grow shorter But now it’s [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2019 Day #3 (pt. 1)

Here I use the prompt provided by poet (and bookstore owner) Chris Jarmick on his blog, POETRYisEVERYTHING. This prompt involves threes. This is what I did with that: Cubes and cubits and curettage the list of possibilities is merely possible Certainty comes only after every avenue is exhausted and you have to admit what should [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2017, Day 3

My third poem for National Poetry Writing Month uses the prompt from Napowrimo.net, which is to write an elegy, with a focus on something unusual about the person or thing being mourned. My poem is addressed to a friend of mine who died about two-and-a-half years ago, and a weekend spent with her and a group of [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2016, Day #3

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is another one that made me immediately recoil: write a poem in the form of a fan letter to a celebrity. I made this palatable by using the viator form, in which the first line of the first stanza becomes the second line of the second stanza, and so on, until the poem ends [...]

National Poetry Writing Month: Day #3 (April 3, 2014)

Today's prompt: write a charm – a simple rhyming poem, in the style of a recipe-slash-nursery rhyme. Coffee in my cup with sugar to wake me up Oatmeal in my bowl heat to soothe my soul Some yogurt—of course, raspberry such flavor to make merry! One spoon to stir them all now that morning's come to call [...]