Tenth poem of the day. I went with a found/blackout poem approach, then added my own twist at the end. It is often said that this is the former summarizing the latter In the former situation, I tend to judge the relationship right down to natural instinct To the extent the end of the story came into [...]
Tag: story
National Poetry Writing Month, Day #28
Today’s napowrimo.net prompt is to write a poem that tells a story backwards. I did that, sort of—I wrote my poem, then reversed the order of the lines (making a couple of small adjustments in the process)… I can feel the answers to questions I still don’t know… Even though I knew it was wrong for so [...]
Sickbed slumber #3 (a poem)
O! The joys of sleeping with a cold, continued… The ink disappears as soon as it touches the page I don’t know how to read destruction or whatever is happening here I feel drowsy Will I fall asleep before anything happens or wake up just in time? Most of these heroes are strangers The man [...]
Autobiography is hard (a poem)
I spent a good chunk of yesterday working on a short bio to put in a CV I am preparing for a grant application, so I ended up not writing anything else except this. It’s a bit rough, but I won’t have time to edit until later… Autobiography is hard just when I think I’ve [...]
Sometimes the lesson bears repeating (a poem)
Haven’t even made it to today’s prompt yet… Fiction is not escape There is little comfort in the fabricated exploits of the people who live inside a writer’s mind Every story is but another chance for a lesson about life I was unwilling to learn until those words came out of the character’s mouth Now [...]
NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 19: What is a picture really worth? (a poem)
Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt is to write a landay. Poetry Magazine describes the landay as ‘an oral and often anonymous scrap of song created by and for mostly illiterate people: the more than twenty million Pashtun women who span the border between Afghanistan and Pakistan.’ It is a couplet, with the first line made up of nine syllables, the [...]
10 September 2009
Another flashback, from the same project: It is said that every picture tells a story. It is also true that every story has any number of variations. But which ones are embellished to suit the storyteller? And which one is the true tale? Is it even possible to know the difference? (6 September 2014)
Big, Beautiful Eyes
She had big, beautiful eyes. Her name was Nikki. I guess you could say she was my first crush. We were both in the third grade at Graham Hill Elementary. She was in the other class, but I would see her in the playground during recess. I’m not sure when I first noticed her, but [...]
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 [...]
