Inspired by an offhand remark by George Michael in a television interview. The problem of photographs is that they still rely on memory to tell the story behind what you see I don’t want to reduce you to dimensions I can handle a flat representation of the real thing I want immersion I want it messy [...]
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Reflections on a flashback (a poem)
Thinking about why I put some things together in the same poem… I think I put the two together because she liked to have the TV on as she fell asleep something I used to do before we got married a habit I’ve fallen back into since we got divorced When TV shows feed into [...]
Flashback (a poem)
Watching this week’s episode of Lethal Weapon… Sometimes it takes me a few minutes to realize I’ve already seen this episode Then I can’t figure out why it took me so long since I just saw it last week I want to close my eyes at night then wake up to find you here It’s [...]
Ghost voice of Titanic (a poem)
Partly inspired by the Seed Mouth instrumental of the same name… Scratchy, garbled barely visible through the static The droning drones on not a hint of treble in sight Nobody sang along as the band played on deck— how far can the air carry the memory of a melody? The concertina played in a bistro [...]
An unsettling feeling, in four parts (a poem)
Trying something slightly different. Inspired by a Swedish Cancer Center commercial and episodes of The Twilight Zone. 1. Who wouldn’t mind a head of grey, thinning hair? The fictions of the commercial mind stretch implausible notions to the limits of absurdity On a beach somewhere a vacationing pensioner turns the pages of her book not [...]
Poetry Marathon 2016, Hour Three: The disposable nature of pop music
Third poem of the day. There is no profound in a three-minute pop song unless it is playing when everything goes wrong Nothing makes memories quite like emotion the music is but illustration it’s just that the words hit you in the same place as your feelings The catalogue may build over time but how can [...]
The post-game minute (a poem)
Not thrilled with yesterday’s results. At least this one is short… I may have picked the wrong time to settle par for the course anymore As I walk forward, footsteps tentative I wonder how the hell it all happened— which is kind of silly, since I was there But that’s what memory gets you, isn’t it? [...]
National Poetry Writing Month, Day #18
Today’s napowrimo.net prompt is to write a poem ‘that incorporates “the sound of home.” Think back to your childhood, and the figures of speech and particular ways of talking that the people around you used, and which you may not hear anymore.’ This prompt did not particularly call to mind much, so my poem ends [...]
National Poetry Writing Month, Day #8
Today’s napowrimo.net prompt is to write a poem about a flower. Since this is about as exciting to me as the seeds thing, since the day-eight prompt was up well before midnight in my time zone, and since all of the poems I wrote for day 7 used the tritina form (and I was therefore in [...]
On Yumi’s birthday (A poem)
Continuing to explore the pantoum… The day has come around again you know, the one Shakespeare warned about Normally, I’d be contacting my old friend on the anniversary of her birth—though she’d probably be out You know, the one Shakespeare warned about (something to do with Julius Caesar) On the anniversary of my friend’s birth—though [...]
