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Tag Archives: NaPoWriMo
“Thy Voice in the Garden” (Sally Smith)
from a reader: “Thy Voice in the Garden” My mother dipped me in the river, too, because she was afraid. But her hands were large, and so was I (by then) and much of me the water never touched. Walking … Continue reading
NaProWriMo 10.13 – “B-Movie Personal”
The thing I am mistaken for human, wrapped to heal then wrapped some more. The long winding of gauze creates a convincing shape, human-ish with a muffled voice, navigating by guesswork, staggering into walls, turning and lumbering on. Zombies won’t … Continue reading
NaPoWriMo 10.12 – “Titanic Analogy”
"Titanic Analogy" I wake angry, fists filled with dream music. I want no more white- knuckled wanting. I wonder at faded notes on my palm, meaning forgotten: "titanic analogy" and the first name of her last lover, faded ‘ but … Continue reading
NaPoWriMo 10.11 – “Scout”
“Scout” After, I lie with my ear to your chest, listening, like the ever-brave always-mystical Indian scout in the old cowboy movies listened to the earth. Those scouts could discern the number of horses in pursuit and the skin color … Continue reading
NaPoWriMo 10.10 – “Consuming”
“Consuming” You must split the melon to taste it, scatter spit the seeds. How else can we know what the flesh means? How else can the worms verb the rind and with their rinding rot? Call this consummate order. We … Continue reading
NaPoWriMo 10.9 – “What”
What I Saw Two bloody palms ballooned against the cobwebbed glass leaking a mist almost too fine to see What I Heard The keening of a knife whistling low and slow along the strop. The rattling of my … Continue reading
NaPoWrimo 10.2 – “At the Party”
There’s a lull in the conversation and the quiet shuffling begins. Our half-empty drinks and the tops of our shoes and and our own fingers and forearms become interesting. Someone looks one way a second too long and everyone wants … Continue reading
NaPoWriMo 10.1 – “Dream Journal: 4/1/2010”
My friend, unhanged, barefoot and blue-tinged, paces and stutters. Things are moving quickly, he whispers, drowned out by spring rain sizzling on the snow. He sinks slowly into the softening tundra, earth ceaselessly tilled by grinding ice lenses, their dark … Continue reading
KindOf NaPoWriMo #10
"Home Movies" Coupled, link and manacle, forged from heat and stone, House teetering on a bed of crumbling sand stone. Intertwined, sweating in the hammock, smelling grass… For years now that lawn a lot, paved with scree and stone. Nesting … Continue reading
KindOf NaPoWriMo #9
[yes, I broke my own rules twice] "Thought Experiment" Sealed inside a soundproof room without doors or windows, an occupant is unable to distinguish between being dangled from a crane above earth or towed through deep space at a constant … Continue reading
KindOf NaPoWriMo #8
[as agreed-- why, oh why did I agree-- a villanelle. Of sorts.] “Pioneer” The dusty light, cold space, and stars, mark how little we’ve progressed, mocking what we thought was ours. Now just ash where once were towers, the city … Continue reading
KindOf NaPoWriMo #7
“What the Man Sleeping in the Bus Stop Hut Told Me After Waking Up and Lighting a Cigarette” It’s all fire, you ever noticed that? There are fires burning deep in the earth surviving on ancient seams and gas pockets, … Continue reading
KindOf NaPoWriMo #6
Peeling skin in the uranium shower Get clean, Mr. Clean Find the handle hanging from the sun, a trap door one small supernova this side of birth. The tattoo on your forearm E = MC^2 = Last Year’s Love sleep … Continue reading
KindOf NaPoWriMo #5
In my dreams he’s still an infant. I’m cradling him in my arm. His eyes are open, but he fits on my forearm. My palm cradles his head, my fingers easily spanning ear-to-ear. He sees me. I put my hand … Continue reading
KindOf NaPoWriMo #4
“Re-Entry” At dusk the plane’s contrail slits the sky vertically in the failing light. It could be a plummeting, oxygen masks swinging from lamped gibbets: fasten your seat belt, smoke ‘em if you got ‘em. On the radio a report: … Continue reading
KindOf NaPoWriMo #3
Tell a story enough or intensely enough and it becomes real, or indistinguishable from truth, if there’s a difference. That’s the transitive property: If a = b and b = c then b and c must be the same. So … Continue reading
Revised KindOf NaPoWriMo Rules
a poem a day, any length, any form, any subject… for 30 days prompts are OK (tonight I’m using one of Robert Lee Brewer’s prompts) 15 minutes allowed per poem from the moment pen first touches paper no explanations/no excuses … Continue reading
KindOf NaPoWriMo #2
Your husband two years home from the forests in Germany drinks downstairs over there when the guns were quiet he pictured the soft hairs on your thigh tiny sparks of current arcing across the diamond your knees made drawn up … Continue reading
KindOf NaPoWriMo #1
Getting down on my knees reminds me of movies where the bad guy makes the good guy kneel for the bullet in the head the contrived coup de grâce and it’s true the one time I had a gun barrel … Continue reading
KindOf NaPoWriMo
Feeling a need to get out of a writing rut that is laying waste to some part of my life (and envious of all those photography nuts with their 366 photos projects), I’m starting my own daily poem project that … Continue reading