It has been a while since I last posted something that wasn’t either a poem, a ‘love note’ entry, or somehow not directly related to my self-publishing activity (the ‘Resistance Song of the Day’ notwithstanding). So, here goes… Continue reading
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My complicated relationship with poetry, continued
In February 2015, I wrote a post called My complicated relationship with poetry. After re-reading it, I figured it was time for an update…
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2015: My year in review
Unexpectedly, I have a lot of work to do over the next week or so. Therefore, if I’m going to do this, I figure I had better do it now… Continue reading
Beneath the crown (A poem)
Trying something slightly different…
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The sound of bells (A poem)
At the apartment complex where I live, recorded bells sound every half-hour from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. I wrote this in the morning, before the first bells…
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Autobiography is hard (a poem)
I spent a good chunk of yesterday working on a short bio to put in a CV I am preparing for a grant application, so I ended up not writing anything else except this. It’s a bit rough, but I won’t have time to edit until later…
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The pop-song life (a poem)
Today’s prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano is to write a poem about how you learned a particular word. The example given in the book is about how one of them (I assume it was Kelli Russell Agodon, but which of them ‘I’ refers to is not clear) learned the word ‘omit’ back in 1970. This made me think of how I learned the word ‘alibi’ from a Partridge Family song in 1971, so that’s what I started writing about. When I finished the poem, however, the two stanzas referring to that specific experience did not fit—so the poem no longer has anything to do with learning words…
NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 21: Erasure poem (a poem)
Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt is to create an erasure poem, in which you take existing text and erase words to make a poem from what you leave untouched. I used page 35 of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein.
One last ride (a poem)
I did manage to squeak out one poem last night before admitting I needed to sleep… Continue reading
My complicated relationship with poetry
I may edit this later. For now, I am posting it as is, even though I have written about some these things before. In the words of Robert Fripp, it is ‘better to be present with a bad note than absent from a good note.’ Continue reading
Ordinary Average Thoughts 