Archive for the 'Poetry' Category
NaPoWriMo Day 5: Commuted Sentence
northbound interstate traffic slowing like circulation in hardened arteries these metallic corpuscles crowd each other in desperation for a quadruple bypass or at least a stent…
NaPoWriMo Day 4: Rewind
Death. / Last gasp. / Words of parting. / Walking through sunset hours. / Living, working, laughing, and loving. / Walking through sunrise hours. / Words of greeting. / First breath. / Birth.
NaPoWriMo Day 3: Early April in Hazel Dell
Clouds— / bunched unevenly across the cold sky, / some brooding black with heavy pails, / some towering in bright relief— / bring wet announcements to thawing ears…
NaPoWriMo Day 2: Water of Life
Scarlet missives from my heart / whisper of liquid inhalation, / washing hot over thirsty cells, / and pounding through tunnels of flesh.
NaPoWriMo Day 1: Larval Dragons
These naiads that flit below the surface / soon sprout wings to fly above it. / Oh, to trade seas like that.
Matryoshkas
And so I spring out from my mother / just as she sprung out of hers / in this enduring cascade of women: / We are born, we expand, and we give birth.
Christmas Haiku Roundup
When I sat down to write my submissions I ended up knocking out quite a few more than the limit of two that could be submitted, so I’ve rounded up the rest and dumped them here.
Babushka
“When you’ve walked from Orlovka to Vodstroy, / barefoot in the heart of winter, / nothing can shake you…”
Napowrimo Wrap-Up
I’ve got to say that Napowrimo was a unique and rewarding experience. It was a great creative challenge that alternated between fun and tiresome moments…
30 Days and 30 Nights
are enough to finish reading a long book, / heal a cut on your thumb, / plan an anniversary trip…
Revolution Never Dies
Today would be Décadi, the day of rest, tenth day of the month of Floréal in the two hundred and seventeenth year since the dawn of the republic, if the Calendrier républicain had stood.
The Calling
Follow me, you said one night, / and though I knew I heard it right / I found a reason not to go / (which wasn’t really saying no)…
Broken Soldier
I’ve bought three tubes of superglue / but all their claims have proved untrue, / and still your pieces lie here, strewn, / because you’re clearly glue immune.
The Features of a Familiar Planet
The glacial pace of these global changes / mostly hides them from our eyes, / but still, the features slowly shift.
Automation Expectation
I turn away from the urinal / but it does not flush. / I hold out my hands for soap, water, towels, / but nothing happens…
24 (C)
you are speaking / soap bubbles through a wand / and the air fills / with rainbow-pearled pollen…
24 (B)
mounds / of shredded paper / loom around us like peppered snowdrifts / the detritus of documents…
24 (A)
words / like prayer beads / fingered gently and shuttling between us…
On an April Afternoon
Laying on my back / in the shade-marbled grass beneath a maple tree, / I watch a lazy cloud between the leaves.
Untitled Poem About the Signification of Absence
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Fast Food Improv
Taco Bell hot sauce / on Arby’s Beef and Cheddar: / two star-crossed lovers?
Disreunion
You say a girl with your name / once knew a boy with my name: / They sat by each other in class, / had mutual friends, / went to football games and dances?
Let’s Trade Jobs for a Day
You’ll pass through security using my key fob, / log in to my computer, / sip coffee, answer emails…
Schwimmender Kopf!
Schwimmender kopf means “swimming head” / (in German, that is how it’s said)…
Lost in Translation
Compare apples with pears! / Bring you to the palm? / Not like the towel throw!