Re-post: The year without Xmas (a poem)

I originally wrote and posted this in 2016—after the election, but before we’d had a chance to see exactly how horrible the current administration would be. Here is the finished version included in This Is Not the Book That Will Save Your Life. (Note that the ‘six ghosts’ reference below is intentional. Although Scrooged is a re-telling [...]

The feeling and what it’s been missing (a poem)

For this month’s writing challenge, I have chosen the rimas dissolutas, a form in which (according to A Poet's Glossary, by Edward Hirsch) ‘each line in an unrhymed stanza rhymes with its corresponding line in a subsequent stanza.’ This, I am finding out, is harder than it sounds… From twenty to twenty-four in the blink of tired eyes [...]

National Poetry Writing Month, Day #25

Today’s napowrimo.net prompt is to write a poem that begins with a line from another poem. I chose the line dive to the bottom of the ocean with me from ‘What to listen for in a cold war of visual cues’ by Stephanie Mason. Dive to the bottom of the ocean with me (If only I could convince you…) [...]

Whirlwind tour (A poem)

Back to the pantoum again. (Note that, although there is an actual word, carbonnade, that refers to Flemish beef stew, carbonade in this poem is a made-up word.) What from the carbonade tempts you to follow at such close distance when fifty percent don’t know who sent you enough to care about your view askance to follow at [...]

Time has rules (A poem)

Ah, the things that movie quotes bring up! This poem starts with a line from Nagisa Oshima’s Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence… ‘The past…again and again…’ What of it? What does it do but remind me of all the mistakes I’ve made? All the unfulfilled promises now left wanting because I now want what I didn’t [...]

Tokyo (A poem)

Sometimes I return to the old stories, in hopes that I might tell them better… I remember feeling that way every time I heard that song swimming in a hazy sea and everything was breaking down That hungry feeling travelled with me from train to train and storm to storm Unexpected complications fell me at [...]

The brandy chronicles (A poem)

As a moderate drinker, I don’t much like the stronger stuff (generally speaking, anything stronger than Bailey’s). Once or twice a year, though, I do enjoy a bit of brandy…   1 Caramel or with coffee smooth in amber deceptively intoxicating bewitching to the senses tingling upon my tongue Given enough time I would drink you [...]