I got word yesterday from a friend that a mutual friend died last September…
That was a weird, sleepless night. Let the Slugfest begin!
(31 January 2015)
the momentary lapse of reason (a poem)
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It’s a start…
This last month, I attended two open-mic events. One was mostly a poetry-reading event; the other was a little bit of everything (music, poetry, even tap dancing). As of this writing, I have already put three more such events on my calendar. Continue reading
an inadvertent synopsis of what happened (a poem)
The January 30th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to eavesdrop on a conversation, take notes, and write a poem based on those notes. I took a slightly different approach (because I don’t like to eavesdrop), adapting bits and pieces from my social media feeds (mostly Twitter and Tumblr).
Such a bright day! Now I’m just waiting for the sun to warm up a bit…
(30 January 2015)
One more (a poem)
The results of yesterday’s writing were largely unsatisfying. I wrote five poems, each one shorter than the last, and wasn’t terribly sure about any of them. So, I let them sit overnight. Revisiting them this morning, I am still largely unsatisfied with the results. The one I am posting is at least the most honest of the bunch…
I’m tired, but I can’t blame it on you. You’re doing your sunny best…
(29 January 2015)
Ekphrastic poem #3 (War, 1947) (a poem)
The January 28th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to write either a poem inspired by the style of a Jackson Pollock painting, or an ekphrastic poem about ‘one of his paintings or a unique image you see in it.’ I based my poem on his drawing War, 1947.
You seem to be in quite the mellow mood. You must tell me your secret…
(28 January 2015)