National Poetry Writing Month 2022, Day 30

My Day 30 poem, based on the prompt at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirty-8/.  Imagine the artiststanding beneath a spotlightbefore the moon makes it past the trees A little house, dark bluemixed with amber and greenteasing out nostalgia like sugar The old man by the mailboxestells me there’s work to be done I just want to sleepbut have no [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2022, Day 29

My Day 29 poem, based on the prompt at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-nine-8/.  I started out on a high note. Because nothing beats being alivewhen it comes to a birthday gift. When you’ve spent all eternity so farnot existing, the miracle of birthcertainly is good for a lift. I don’t remember the day at all—after all, it was [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2022, Day 28

My Day 28 poem, based on the prompt at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-eight-8/. This is a concrete poem (as such); the text appears in more straightforward style beneath the image. Weeds multiply in front of my housewhere they’re not supposed to grow. Despite my best efforts to keep them at baythey sprout forth and spike at all angles,clustered [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2022, Day 27

My Day 27 poem, based on the prompt at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-seven-8/. It’s a conundrum.Wednesday is wearing her Sunday disguise again. Wednesday often wears her Sunday disguisebut it’s always incomplete somehow. Somehow, she always leaves out little details,so it’s impossible to guess her intent— impossible to tell whether she’s feeling lazy or playful,or maybe a little forgetful. [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2022, Day 26

My Day 26 poem, based extremely loosely on the prompt at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-six-8/. Elementary schoolpicturesinevitably have that first-day-of-classcast to them. Signs propped up in frontidentify the school, class, date, and (sometimes) teacher;missingis the name of thelocale,every time. (26 April 2022)   Order Wishes sometimes have consequences from your favorite local bookstore! IndieBound search: https://www.indiebound.org/search/book?keys=wishes+sometimes+have+consequences If they [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2022, Day 25

My Day 25 poem, based on the prompt at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-five-8/. She is not a visionbut a feeling, an impressionalmost an impulse—vague, fleeting, barely defined I’d like to think I could conjure her upwith the sound of magentamade by current that hums But the siren’s songbelongs to the sirenand she is very particular Even if she [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2022, Day 24

My Day 24 poem, based on the prompt at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-four-8/. He had the face of a navel orangerotting in the fruit bowlon the end tablenext to the red leather sofa His forehead had more cracks and wrinklesthan that sofa The hair on his scalphad more swirlsthan a category 5 hurricane—a veritable White Tornado If he [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2022, Day 23

My Day 23 poem, based on the prompt at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-three-8/. Like the time Latkahallucinated Wally Amosbecause he wanted to be famouslike ‘the Famous Amos’ Or the time Latkaturned into Vic Ferrariwho was never sorrywhether he was being suaveor being sleazy Or the time Latkawas stranded in the taxiwith Allyce Beasleyand choosing between sex and deathmade [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2022, Day 22

My Day 22 poem, based on the prompt at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-two-8/. Inclusive of the entire bracket of unitsused to measure the durations of eventsand intervals between eventsthe aggregations of cellsthat constitute the unit known as Kevinconfigure themselves in orientationsthat are identical or near-identicaland exhibit identical or near-identical behaviorsat points distributed frequentlyand almost evenlyalong the horizontal axisof [...]

National Poetry Writing Month 2022, Day 21

My Day 21 poem, based on the prompt at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-one-7/. After a while it ceased to matter—the things we said, the plans we made,the memories we shared.Time moved on.Things changed.One day, I don’t remember when,not a single thought of youcrossed my mind. The death of curiosityis a strange thing. After a while, everyone scattered—so much [...]