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 of A Christmas Carol, the ghosts are unique enough that it did not feel right to consolidate them into just the three original ghosts.)
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Winter Solstice 2016 (a poem)
Trixie woke me up this morning at the exact time of the solstice—2:44 a.m.…
The year without Xmas (a poem)
Normally, even when I am feeling depressed about it, it still feels like Xmas. This year has been different—with all the hand-wringing, angst, and anxiety about the election, it has not felt even a little bit like Xmas…
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…
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.
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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.)
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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…
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Tokyo (A poem)
Sometimes I return to the old stories, in hopes that I might tell them better…
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The brandy chronicles (a sequel) (A poem)
Not much writing these last couple of days. I feel I have been repeating myself a bit too much lately…
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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…
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