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 …
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 …
