An ekphrastic poem, inspired by Peter Juvonen’s painting Tea in the Conservatory and the Pet Shop Boys movie It Couldn’t Happen Here. I’m reminded of the line about a world in which there are no teacups Sometimes it feels that way for real except that we are here at a party of pointed remarks and empty spoons Instead [...]
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The bus waits (a poem)
At open mic last night, one of the participants prefaced her two songs by saying that she felt like crap and was running the risk of having to barf mid-song. This poem has nothing to with that, except she was sitting in the seat in front of me, frequently running her hands through her hair. [...]
Poetry Marathon 2016, Hour Five: The last time I went there
Fifth poem of the day. The green fields I see out the window always remind me of earlier travels It doesn’t matter that I have not seen them before I think the color is enough to spark the memory Farmlands punctuated by electrical towers always let me know where I am on the journey The buildings [...]
Happy Thanksgiving (A poem)
True story… Damn, it’s cold this morning! That’s what I get for leaving the window open last night I pile on the blankets turn up the heat let the cat settle in at my feet (26 November 2015—posted November 27)
Cortege (a poem)
Today’s prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano is to write in a different way than usual, whether that be in a different form or style, using different imagery or words, etc. The poem I wrote just before this one probably achieves that goal more successfully—but I like this one better. It was inspired [...]
Smiles (a poem)
I wrote this poem this afternoon while waiting to go to an appointment. I arrived much earlier than expected, so I sat in my car, writing. This second of the three poems I wrote during that 20-minute period was simply me recording my observations of what was around me. When I read it a few [...]
In a room by the lake towards the end of the day (a poem)
An unusual move for me: I wrote this poem this afternoon, then read it at an open mic three hours later… I heard rattling and footsteps outside a man with a bicycle walked past the window the surface of the lake rippled next to the dock The clock on the wall stood at 11:14 the [...]
The window in the room where the poets played (a poem)
It’s double-shot Friday, I guess. Probably because of that second cup of coffee… Here at the table next to the window the light is dim throwing shadows everywhere Night waits at the window for silence to return when people sleep and only the rain still stirs The vase on the windowsill is happy it has [...]
that small smudge of hope (a poem)
The November 6th prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, is to pick a particular line from a particular page of the nearest book, then use that line as the title of the poem—and within the poem, if possible. I started by using my copy of The Daily [...]
