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 …
Some call it “spring”
In honour of the Setsubun, and because today is not a good day for science. Intoxicated Heart I will wear my demon mask today and throw my dying love into your garden. The clouds will sing the psalms of demi-gods buried in palliative hospitals. And then again, my inner thighs will toast their blood streams …
Last one for now.
Final NaPoWriMo poem of the year. So I thought of it as a kind of pair to the first poem I wrote at the start of NaPoWriMo, although that probably doesn't come across as such. I hope you enjoy it, regardless. (DAY 30) Nativity So adept at lying we turn our gazes on other people …
A Little Challenge
Today's poem is the result of a challenge. It was supposed to be a happy poem, so hopefully it manages to bring out a more cheerful mood. (DAY 29) Softer That day when the clouds had broken my wings you moulded hands out of the dirt on the sidewalk so huge and warm I thought …
Heroics
Two more days left... For now, a poetic distillation of my academic research. 🙂 (DAY 28) Hero It took many mirrors to finally show my knight in shining armour my reluctant hero but I saw eventually that she had always been there albeit hard to recognise with all the masks she put on all the …
Getting there…
It's almost the end of NaPoWriMo again, so I guess a sort of nostalgia is kicking in... (DAY 27) That Time It's that time of the year again when the sky cracks in two releasing its angels, when the walls put on a new coat of paint and call it even with the vestal forest. …
Parallel Universes
Another NaPoWriMo entry written with relish. This is a good period for creativity, methinks! 😀 (DAY 26) [Poem currently under submission, therefore unavailable for the time being.]
Encyclopaedia Vanitatum 