March 2015

Now I’m the invisible man (a poem)

2015/03/12 — Leave a comment

For today’s poem, I used a prompt posted on Tumblr by @promptsgalore’:

Write something that takes place at a park at night and includes the following:
• unrequited love
• spilled coffee
• the color yellow
• a lyric from your favorite song
• dancing

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Dimly lit room (a poem)

2015/03/11 — Leave a comment

The March 11th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to write a poem about a déjà-vu experience. In this case, the moment reminded me of part of a dream I had one night a while back.

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This is where the vampires live (a poem)

2015/03/11 — Leave a comment

This was the writing exercise for a writer’s group a friend of mine invited me to. It seemed simple enough, but I had a hell of a time with it. The social commentary version was mostly dull, and slightly preachy. The ‘voices in my head’ version started out promising, but didn’t get very far before I felt it had nowhere to go. So far, this version is the only one which works at all. It’s an acrostic (the first letter of each line spells out the phrase), and, while on the surface it would appear to be about someone else, it really deals with my tendency to fall in love with the wrong people.
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The power of fear (a poem)

2015/03/11 — Leave a comment

After Monday’s relative draught, I did a lot of writing yesterday. The subjects included Harpo Marx, vampires (not necessarily of the Dracula variety), and train travel. This poem is one of two I wrote about Anthony Hill, the young black man who was killed Monday afternoon by a police officer—despite the fact that Hill was not only unarmed, but unclothed. The opening of the poem comes from a quote appearing in one of the many news articles that have been written about the incident…
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The next morning (a poem)

2015/03/10 — Leave a comment

Yesterday was definitely a Monday. Thanks to the start of Daylight Saving Time, I effectively woke up an hour later. Then I set about working on the e-book edition of The Imperfect Document; in the process, I found a few imperfections in the print edition that I had missed before—so I had to take the time to fix those and re-upload the file. Then I found that I had to fix the formatting of the titular poem so that it would look more as I had intended. By the time I had finished all of that, I was not feeling much in the mood to write. Consequently, I was not happy with anything I wrote yesterday. The poem I am posting was the first one of the day, written before I engrossed myself in all the book stuff…
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