A shadorma about a couple of tunnels near Mercer Street in Seattle.
Getting closer to the truth with this one…
I wrote this earlier this evening while watching the documentary Marina Abramović: The Artist Is Present…
Today’s Writer’s Digest April PAD Challenge prompt is to pick an adjective, make it the title of your poem…[then] write your poem.
More strange dreams last night/this morning… Continue reading
No prompts—just working from a random phrase that popped into my head…
Today’s entry combines prompts from Kelli Russell Agodon‘s list:
Write a poem that has the word ‘love’ in it somewhere. You cannot use the word ‘love’ by itself; it must be hidden (such as in the word ‘glove’, or in two words, like ‘halo venom’.
Write a poem that begins with the word ‘I‘. [Never a problem for me, it seems]
[W]rite a poem that features walls, bricks, stones, arches, or the like.
In the morning
I am here
Sounds of life rush in
through open windows
I am reminded
there’s more to life
outside these walls
I cannot see them
They have no shape,
but they exist
I feel their presence
I’ve built these walls
(5 May 2013)