Sister Aimee’s improbable disguise (A poem)

This originated as a cut-up poem constructed using phrases cut out of some wacky religious book that showed up in people’s mailboxes last week. I rewrote most of the lines to make them flow more smoothly. It’s no surprise that the loving heart wants to rule the world without ever being revealed Her hand is [...]

Are all poems about love and sadness? (A poem)

Written during last night’s open mic… Sometimes it does seem that way when songs of despair form verse and the secrets of imperfect hearts lay bare their imperfections and hesitations to the coffeehouse floor These are the very things I have tried to leave behind on my travels through the printed page while leaving a [...]

Observing a couple on a day at the museum (a poem)

I spent my free time this weekend binge-watching Louis… Would we be able to do that if it were us meandering through these rooms all bare white walls and absurd objects masquerading as art? I’d like to think we’d make our way laughing through the bits that are supposed to be funny and stare in awe [...]

Some pitfalls of the double LP (a poem)

I was listening to Pink Floyd’s The Wall while writing a couple of poems… I It’s unclear why they had to say everything backwards Somebody somewhere was eventually going to play the recording in reverse So it was hardly much of a secret II I can never make it all the way through disc 2 it’s [...]

NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 18: Ground out (a poem)

Today’s Writer’s Digest April PAD Challenge prompt turned out to be a tricky one (I accidentally let a stray ‘e’ slip in)—though that may have been mostly to my choice of vowels… Wrought from ghosts too stubborn or too drunk to drown out thoughts hollow’d out by words not found out of bounds Rough shadows old songs [...]

Dance 2 Noise 005 (a poem)

Written while listening to a Japanese artist’s cover of Culture Club’s ‘Miss Me Blind’ on a rainy, slightly blustery evening… Odd sounds come from the brown boxes connected to the silver box connected to the black box containing the spinning aluminum disc full of cover songs spit across its surface in tiny pits too small for [...]

Questions about storytime (a poem)

Wrote this during one of the many folk songs people played at open mic earlier… Are people really as sad as the songs they sing? Tonight we’re here and we’re together what more do we need? What stories do our emotions tell when we let them out at night? Do they embellish what they tell [...]

My lifeline to you (a poem)

The September 20th prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, is to write a short poem about a favorite item, using Donald Hall's ‘The Things’ as inspiration. I chose to approach the subject a different way, focusing on the catalog of emotions that is my ever-changing music collection. [...]