The parts of the movie I saw before falling asleep because it was late and I was tired (a poem)

It is a new month, meaning time to come up with a new challenge. After looking at a few different things, I settled upon the shadorma, a six-line form with a syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5. My initial effort using this form is an ekphrastic poem, inspired by the Richard Lester version of The Three Musketeers. On the [...]

Maybe it’s the neon markers… (a poem)

An ekphrastic poem, inspired by Yan Li’s painting Self-thinking. Bent into shapes I can barely muster my two halves skate along the seams between the tracks in the spiral rug my eyes used to trace for hours at a time in grandma’s living room Only everything has changed It’s the first time I got stoned and [...]

Frontispiece (A poem)

A bit of stream-of-consciousness writing while watching an episode of Sleepy Hollow… Mint fresh stretched out beyond The Capricorn tunic lit by the lantern’s glow History’s marks bind us together as they tear us asunder Quizzical looks mask hurt feelings False verses Spanish chains Split type stack demands contained herein to consecrate ambiguity for the sake [...]

Soft edges (a poem)

Argh! Yesterday was frustrating when it came to writing. This one will need some work… The soft edges outline moving shapes I know what some of them are others remain mysterious at best The words that accompany them are far outside my experience still, I manage to relate some stories tell themselves (26 September 2015—posted September 27th)

There is no way to interrupt the process once it has begun (a poem)

Had trouble sleeping at first last night, so I tried writing a few things… Spinning squares send spiky spirals splashing across the factory floor but the machinery doesn’t stop Though I escape by roundabout means and random dodges I can still feel the shredded layers of skin about my mouth and face It heals quickly [...]

Something about the old cliché about shadows (a poem)

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. Shadows can’t exist without light Perhaps that’s an obvious statement but I’m reminded of it again and again whenever the [...]

National Poetry Writing Month: Day 22 (April 22, 2013)

Ignoring today's prompt; writing a pastoral poem doesn't interest me. The shadow of the chair in the morning sun, like a lion about to strike. The warmth and the distraction remind me I have things to do. Sounds come in from off the streets outside; the roar of the traffic ebbs and flows. The skies [...]