A slightly bitter meditation on modern Xmas. I actually don’t mind Xmas—under the right conditions…
poem
I read We’ve All Got Eyes, Man for #BlackPoetsSpeakOut
Truth from one of my favorite poets, Talicha J.
I wanted to get out there and DO something, participate in the change, lift the weight of the onslaught on justice with my own bare hands. But I didn’t know how. I kept asking, “What do I do?” and everyone kept telling me the best place to start was my talent, to raise my voice. In The Issues, Sharon Olds writes, “Don’t talk to me about Politics. I’ve got eyes, man.” That line plus the current state of our nation sparked this poem. So I thank blackpoetsspeakout for creating a place for us to make noise and demand change in a positive way. This is my voice, this is me saying I will not be silent. I will use my words to assist our cause.
Here in the dark (a poem)
Going there on a Monday night…
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Please tell me it’s a dream (a poem)
Random stuff plus a snippet of dream…
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What would you do? (a poem)
This week’s HoneLife poetry exercise is to write a short poem that starts with ‘What would you do if…’ Continue reading
The anguish of the modern-day caffeine addict (a poem)
The really sad thing? I gave up full-strength caffeinated beverages a while ago—I’m out of decaf…
You (a poem)
Another HoneLife poetry exercise, this one on the theme of thankfulness…
Saturday morning (a poem)
Now back to some regular poeting…
The November 29th prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, is to ‘[w]rite a poem that begins with the next thing anyone says to you.’ If nobody else is around, it suggests calling somebody up, or turning on the TV or radio, and using the first thing you hear. Of course, with my luck, the first thing I encountered was a commercial that opened with somebody asking ‘What’s up?’ Meh. I kept watching, in case the program to follow, The Dick Van Dyke Show, offered something better. The episode opened with Mary Tyler Moore asking ‘What’s this?’ Okay, okay…
#BlackFriday2014 (a poem)
As usual, news of Black Friday protests was hard to miss. It was also occasionally difficult to stomach. Continue reading
Watercolors (a poem)
One more rumination on the recent news (partly inspired by a photograph)…