The Pyromaniac and the Salamander You burn me. They say if you die in flames, your shadow burns with you and so you may not enter heaven. I am heaven. I burn you because I am incandescent, in me you have your greatest wishes fulfilled. Desire scorches but it does not crease the soul. You …
Another Double Post
Hopefully, this will be the last time when I have to make up for one "skipped" day in the NaPoWriMo scheme. For yesterday's poem in Sapphics, a sequence inspired by this rather uncanny 1951 New Yorker cover: Stage Fright With a jump, the monster was there, beside her: in their seats, the viewers were dancing …
Catching Up on the Postacrds
Finally, the inevitable happened: I skipped a day. Which, considering it was the first time in 39 days consecutive days of writing a poem on a postcard a day, it's not too bad. I am, however, making up for the blip today, with both a calligram for day nine of NaPoWriMo, and an abecedarian poem …
A Postcard for the Greedy
Buy and Sell Gold trappings to keep the congress of our masks in place - one only puts so much wealth into heartbreak as one can afford to lose. Behind the treasure, little dark slits mark the uselessness of looking, and noticing. Like indigenous puppets, whose bare eye sockets exorcise misfortune, so we place our …
A Postcard for the Flighty Ones
For day six of NaPoWriMo, of course. Morning Birds I could have chosen to close my eyes against the budding sun, to plunge back into the sedate chaos of improbabilities fuelled by your nest-like warmth. But I could not ignore the expectant taps if your heart, so clearly audible with only the thin calls of …
Postcarding Emily Dickinson
Now, today's NaPoWriMo prompt was fun: Today’s prompt (optional, as always) is a variation on a teaching exercise that the poet Anne Boyer uses with students studying the work of Emily Dickinson. As you may know, although Dickinson is now considered one of the most original and finest poets the United States has produced, she …
A Memory-Postcard
And so I work my way into (or around) the fourteener. The Great Flood This is from the day when I knew the coin had two faces, both the same, both yours. On that day, my final doubts shattered: unhinged, my heart slipped out of its cave and, hitting the bridge, became a river which became …
A Rather Late Entry
Tanka and Haiku Sequence The street lamp was our only star, its splattered light the sole barrier between our frissons and that heavy night of back alleys. * Down where the subway should have been, silence trickled on unseen rail tracks.
Upping My Game for NaPoWriMo
Out of seemingly nowhere, NaPoWriMo is upon me. So be it then. I'll admit that after of month of daily lyricism I feel my creative juices starting to run dry. But I refuse to be daunted by that! I shall tame that inspiration! For the whole of April, therefore, I shall up my game. Not …
A Butterfly Postcard
Butterfly Haiku Moving the whole sky with their uncharted hungers: first spring butterflies. * Stained glass come alive turns fields into cathedrals, chasing rain away. * Where my thoughts begin I know not. A butterfly kingdom has risen. And tomorrow, for NaPoWriMo!
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