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 …
Journeying and Poetry
Today's poem was written in light of extreme sleep deprivation and what seemed like a never ending and therefore surreal hopping on and off cabs, coaches and planes. That says it all, I think, so here it goes. (DAY 5) Suspended Life It must have been like this in my mother's womb: a soft buzz …
Smooth and Claustrophobic
I'm afraid today's poem isn't particularly cheerful (not like the previous ones were drops of sunshine either). Well, I suppose all the stress is finally catching up with me... Now then, a lune, as per today's prompt. I wrote another couple lunes two years ago, and those have a considerably more hopeful tone to them, …
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