Tag Archives: napowrimo
i wish i was pow
about eight feet up, the Rylance/Rudko (94) was usually reliable having still functioning the following keys – I W S H O P A Z M – and indeed now a woman in jeans and a white t-shirt (it’s usually … Continue reading
hands
silver pipe cellphone toy gun loose cigarettes skittles: what’s in their hands is now on ours – via a prompt from Two Sylvias Press
Full of Stars
i tire of the sun it’s always in sight and its brilliance is taking its toll the stars all around shine ever so bright and i’m tired of seeing them all the rings of Saturn are epic and grand but … Continue reading
Vanity, You Pretty Thing
In a f e w days, i’ll be reading a statement directly on camera, silver gun pin impaling shirt to tie, fixing me here, staring into red hum light – a stop sign i’ll ignore while my needle skates across … Continue reading
when you believe
when your mom told you bad luck results from going outside with wet knees, you scrubbed skin to raw red medallions, never as dry as could be. now you believe bad luck opportunes from clipped toenails after rain, from whistling … Continue reading
The Boss’ Jag
Over the past few years, I’ve participated in 30 day found poetry challenges during National Poetry Month. This is the first year I’m participating in a non-found challenge. We’ll see how this goes. Anything posted here should be considered a … Continue reading
in the end
In the end, you look at him still NoT convinced you don’t mingle the minutes shrug on dropped down down you lift ask pull name free know Don’t stop all words, including title, from page 112 of Shutter Island by Dennis … Continue reading
some mind
the world for them believe me as if a mouse scratched a dirty pencil doodle on the back table please, please stop all words, including title, from page 111 of Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. poem #99 of the First … Continue reading
simple dream
No the honest work No the genuine trying No the smooth voice no. Instead, some rich kids make a Not ever again normal life for those still here living all words, including title, from page 110 of Shutter Island by … Continue reading
gears and bolts and hinges
what scares me most not him it’s all those pieces, the whole system tapped all trapped straining listless carved up if it slips, if it cracks, – when it does – all goes haywire all words, including title, from page … Continue reading