September 2016
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Another Day (snapshot poem)
//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js I struggle up from unpleasant dreams. Sit down to put on my socks. Go downstairs one step at a time. I sweep yellow leaves from the garden chair. Another day. Another death. Another hole in the social net. Another blank canvas. Another unwritten poem. I pull my winter… Continue reading
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Compost
Yes, indeed, writing takes practice. And practice is often tiresome. Even boring. Practice makes . . . more practice. Morning pages after morning pages. Day after day. Practice provides tons of material for That Inner Critic: "That all too familiar voice inside us that wants to shut the whole party down. Don’t do it!… Continue reading
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I’ve Lost Touch With the Moon (snapshot poem)
This pale sky. Another day like this page, broad, blank. I've lost touch with the moon. I no longer know its phase or its place. I sleep through the short nights and the long afternoons. How is it I grow older when I have been old for so long? … Continue reading
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Why Not to Write Poems
This is in response to a Brave Blogging prompt, to write a poem in less than ten minutes. The first draft was done in less than ten minutes, but there was some considerable revision. Another prompt was to write a "how to" piece, which, of course, elicited my contrary self. I ended up writing… Continue reading
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How Not to Write a Poem
//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js This is in response to a Brave Blogging prompt, to write a poem in less than ten minutes. The first draft was done in less than ten minutes, but there was some considerable revision. Another prompt was to write a "how to" piece, which, of course, elicited my contrary self. I ended… Continue reading
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