self-portrait from three years ago (a poem)

Inspired by a photograph from three years ago (and an English subtitle from a Japanese drama I was watching on Hulu). ‘…but you weren’t yourself after all.’ The world you knew had ceased to exist; everything was now different. Even the little bit of same around the edges could not change this new essential truth. [...]

National Poetry Writing Month: Day #9 (April 9, 2013)

Today's prompt: a poem inspired by noir. I'm not so impressed with the result, but I'll leave that for the reader to judge… Shadows crept across the wall "It was a dark and stormy night…" I heard the rainfall saw its pock-marked shadows against the light The music told a story Dark. Mean. Dramatic. All grit [...]