I'm already halfway through NaPoWriMo! I can't believe it! Here, have another poem: (DAY 15) Recital The air is disintegrating all around, ripped into narrow ribbons slowly, then swiftly, intensely, then slowly once more. There are so many people all around, but no, they are not people, they are cut-out silhouettes, shadow puppets, this Grecian …
From niche to literary… hopefully
Today I just fooled around a bit and came up with a cento, or something like that. I thought it would be fun to put it together out of something with... let's say dubious links to poetry, so I fished out a random cult horror book from my teenage years collection. I used a few …
Paste Bodies
I guess today's poem is another kind of collage. (DAY 13) (Em)Place(ment) I'm leaking round the edges, my bolts are coming off, whatever kind of glue God may have used to stick my limbs in place - it wasn't good enough, it yellowed and cracked with age. And perhaps, all along, I had paste eyes, …
Some Haikus
Today has been what I think of as a typical spring day, wavering between cloudy and rainy, and sunny and pleasant. Felt like the perfect setting to write a haiku, so I wrote... several. Five, to be precise. They're not connected by anything except the general theme - Â spring - but it kind of makes …
More Wine and Poetry
Purely by chance (I swear!), I wrote a poem about wine and love, again. It must be because I'm enjoying some great wine right now. Anyway, here it is. (DAY 11) How Could She Not How could she ever pretend that she was not filled with love to the brim, that she was not akin …
A Bite of Gothic
So today I just wanted to have a little fun with the poem, since I felt like I've been much too serious these past few days. Of course, though, my definition of "fun" includes some grotesque imagery of nineteenth-century inspiration. In fact, my main source of inspiration for today's poem was the brilliant novel that …
Thinking of Home
Truth be told, today's poem is a sort of retake on an older idea of mine. Some of the stuff that makes me think of home... (DAY 9) Home All the stray dogs barking in the moonlight, their voices those of prophets from hell, their language distinguishable only to those who fold their bodies neatly …
Poems as Wine Tasting
Today I decided to have another try at the triolet, a form that I find very appealing, yet terribly difficult to master. Like the haiku, it is one of those forms that look deceivingly simple, but are hell to get just right when you sit down to write. Without further ado, here's my most recent …
Secret Lives
I suppose I'm still hooked on Leonard Cohen today, because I couldn't get In My Secret Life out of my mind as I was writing the day seven poem. So here's the result: (DAY 7) Confession I must confess, I have a life beyond all this, an existence you know nothing about. In a place where …
Something I’ve not tried before.
Yesterday I already had an idea for a poem, so I didn't follow the daily prompt, which was to write "a golden shovel", i.e. a poem whose every last line must be a word from another poem. I thought that was an interesting idea, though, so I decided to do that today. The result is …
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