I have a new poem out on Visual Verse today, The Ceramist.
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Inescapably Human — (NaPoWriMo / Day 30)
A fly rests on my shoulder, tiny and meek— I wish I had a frog's tongue, long and sleek. NOTE: Today's prompt from napowrimo.net (the last one for this year!) suggested being minimalistic.
Uninvited Feeling — (NaPoWriMo / Day 29)
So it comes, unexpected — no, sometimes quite expected. It comes when I'm sitting, relaxed on my couch, like the old Romantic, and it comes when I'm draining the spaghetti, also when I water my geraniums, which are mine now, but it comes when I'm active, too, skiing for example, or when I'm hiking in … Continue reading Uninvited Feeling — (NaPoWriMo / Day 29)
POEM — (NaPoWriMo / Day 28)
Pastoral parody, palindromic pastiche, postmodern paradox, pantoum! Objective, occasional ode, oxymoron, Oulipo? Ekphrastic elegy, elliptical eclogue, ethnopoetic epic... Metaphysical madrigal, metaphorical, metrical mimesis. NOTE: Today's prompt from napowrimo.net suggested being meta-poetic.
Seventy-Three Point Two — (NaPoWriMo / Day 27)
That window full of cakes we would behold When festive decorations used to hang Upon each gate and door, no longer cold, Bare or grey, and then we danced, and we sang. In those times we found every single day As good as anything from east to west, Which explains how we let it slip … Continue reading Seventy-Three Point Two — (NaPoWriMo / Day 27)
How to Strangle a Priest — (NaPoWriMo / Day 26)
In a city full of priests,no wonder some may be wanted dead.Knowing how priests love their food,no problem finding how to kill one.Choke him with pasta,choke him with bacon,choke him with sheep's cheeseand pepper at will!Not I, I would never killany priest, nor anyone at that,though I used to hate our ownfamily's priest always arrivingright … Continue reading How to Strangle a Priest — (NaPoWriMo / Day 26)
Shades of Green — (NaPoWriMo / Day 25)
Late spring is neither spring nor summer: scented, multicoloured blossoms are fading and their smell is too intense, birds don't care to sing now, content with their full nests, tall trees reach to a sky too bright to be called blue, families in the park, fatigued more than relaxed, converse about the heat and strive … Continue reading Shades of Green — (NaPoWriMo / Day 25)
