The February 16th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to write a poem about your shadow, then describe the shadows around you, etc. I took a more general approach.
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The man in Reno vs the Man in Black (a poem)
The February 15th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to ‘[w]rite a poem in which not a single word is true.’ The result must be one of the most twisted poems I have ever written…
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
Q&A (a poem)
Up way too late last night…
Same difference (a poem)
My attempt at creating something based on the February 13th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano. The idea was to write a poem contrasting two extremes after choosing a pair of words that are polar opposites. The poem will explain the rest…
Smiles (a poem)
I wrote this poem this afternoon while waiting to go to an appointment. I arrived much earlier than expected, so I sat in my car, writing. This second of the three poems I wrote during that 20-minute period was simply me recording my observations of what was around me. When I read it a few minutes ago, I was taken aback—it sounded really creepy. After thinking about it, I made one small change. I hope that made a difference…
In a room by the lake towards the end of the day (a poem)
An unusual move for me: I wrote this poem this afternoon, then read it at an open mic three hours later…
Two words (a poem)
…and the irritability continues. Fortunately, there’s just one more day left in the current Mercury retrograde cycle.
It must be Monday (a poem)
The February 9th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to write a poem that starts with one word on the first line, with each subsequent line being one word longer—so the second line would be two words long, the third would be three words long, and so on. I was already cranky, what with having started off the day with yet another chapter in the back-and-forth with Etsy’s Outside Manufacturing folk. The day would soon get even more frustrating, but this was where it started…
Hoping for the soft landing (a poem)
I seem to be writing a lot about paths these last couple of days…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 