Tag: poem
Every foe gone
Belong(s)
Sandman
Yield
My highness
(No) lamentations
Time-space
Having/Halving
Blue Country
Glitter bonnets
All bounty
Flat happy hills
Kansas forces gather
Knowing (you)
Ambivalence
(Keep stacking)
Plan your dreams in advance.
Zoonosis (2.0)
A mash up of the NYC quarantine + the series finale of Homeland.
Romanticism

A dark meditation in a safe place.
Horses and Cars

This one was borne out of Peaky Blinders and the amazing time in history when horses outnumbered cars in cities and towns.
A blue coated dove, a quaint robin
For my mother and brother.
Thousands of days

After seeing old friends.
(the judge hurts)
I’ve been hanging onto this wily one for months.
abecedarian no. 31
Started with “sparkle”.
abecedarian no. 30
An abecedarian sequence is, ideally, a 26-word poem, each word in alphabetical order. This one born out of “a burnt corpse” (A-B-C)
(abecedarian no.29)
Born out of “anything boiling”
an incantation
This one borne out of a fear of death.
response
Born around the words “a bully crowd” and Hillbilly Elegy.
(abecedarian no. 26)
This one is about a boy.
(abecedarian no. 25)
Born from the word “burden.”
(abecedarian no. 24)
Borne from “death”.
(abecedarian no. 23)
Born from the experience of adolescence.
A boy
For my son.
Christine P.
For Christine P.
Small

My late husband took this photograph in Oaxaca in 2006. I marked it up.
The uncaused cause

My favorite topic.
The seam

The seam between life and death is peculiar. I’m transfixed by it lately.

My favorite abecedarian. It has lots of cheats.
Elasticity
Life doesn’t break, it bends.
A box

For Karl.
Trytopophobia

The edge of a hole is a dreadful angle.
The watchers

Route 50 after Bud died.
Sadism

Blue truck
Maquina lights

A night out with old friends.
Supplications

Life is messy but still worth it.
Medieval

This church door in Georgetown.
Turbulence

I get motion sickness.
The clink

Currency.
Hungry

I think you’ll get it.
Abracadabra

Vitality not happiness is the opposite of depression.
A new springtime

An abecedarian centered around “cull.”
To laugh

Sometimes I see colors.
Deep blue

A death.
I can

Limbs strewn like branches from a tree after a storm.
You ( )

A fresh death.
Vessels

Before.
Walking

One of my favorites.
Ascent

For AD.
Frame Jumper

Inspired by AB.
The Prayer of an Artist

To my son.
Love

If we only meet On the other side If our link’s forged Strong Here Then, I shall do that careful work. (Because forever is something else.)
A Sermon
An Abecedarian sequence (mostly) inspired by Emmet Fox and the prologue in Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliette.
“Hunger is Hunger”
An Abecedarian Sequence (mostly).
Patient Zero
(An abecedarian sequence mostly).
unfolding

I open slowly and shut fast. I shut like I drop my clothes on the floor after struggling out of them. Shutting makes me small, makes me see small, makes me feel small, makes you feel small. It is a black edge dripping with the stench of dread. Unfolding hurts. I cranked open that opening […]
a funeral

The featured image is “The premature burial” by Antoine Wiertz (1806-1865) painted in 1854. This poem, written approximately in elegiac couplet, was inspired by a memory inspired by the first stanza of lyrics in Hozier’s “Take Me To Church.”

The Subject Rainbows galore. They infiltrated my neural network this week. The Method It’s not an abecedarian sequence but like it. Treating the rainbow like a mosaic or visual found poetry, I found instances of each color in photographs I already had. There are different textures (you can see) and magnifications (not as clear to […]
A corporate exodus

The young scrambled, refusing to leave until the System shut down. Five, four, three, two . . . Even Then some refused exit (not on principle but Bewilderment), shutting themselves in, Typing one last thing. Others wandered, imminent, Displaced, seeking water, hot or cold, all Gone, seeking basics, disconnected, carted, done. Trying to pull back […]
Awakenings (or food problems)

In your food there is a heavy draught drugging horse. The others chitter chatter spoon it up. Danger in eggs and potatoes in broth. Circle The bowl looking for flesh. Wary. I watch. Do they eat with impunity? The gut recoils. Only dry pasta for me. No room to Hide in subsistence living. Water please, […]
elegy no. 2

The me clothed in cheap rat cotton (to breathe the skin) Walks stiff inside voluminously talking. Squinting, straining, blinking. “Sit yourself down, girl, please,” She’d say. “Knock me down,” I’d plead inside. Give Me a heavy draught so I’ll be like swimming in An ocean instead of splashing in a Bathtub.
The insolence of Spring

Alaska’s blinding cold devolves evenly forging golden hues, insolence. January knows long might, night’s occupancy, pulse’s questions. Rest, solitude. Quiet rivers steal torrents. Unearthed valiance wields (e)xoneration, yellow zinnias. This is an Abecedarian sequence built around the word Alaska. The featured image is a photograph of a flower (not a zinnia) taken by me and […]
Unfinished

Where ability does not meet art drowns Something . Lungs burst to live on land, to have Grown something good, a hard green grassy ground to Roll around in. For her to uninhabit Me, is all I ask. As well as why she’s Moved back in. She takes the water and the Food and sleep and […]
Poetry Cheat Sheet

I am not a poet, but I was convinced last year that writing poetry was good writerly exercise. Cross-training, if you will. Writing poetry in prescribed verse can range from an exciting adventure in wordsmithing to a creative puzzle relaxing your mind before you float off to sleep at night. Words have meaning. Words have sounds. […]
Pastel of a Sunrise in Bangalore

One of my favorite bloggers, Stock Research 52, posted another inspiring photograph of a sunrise in his home of Bangalore, India earlier in March. I tried to paint it in pastels last week.
Time’s 3rd Act

Future is time’s third act, time still to come. Only since time is of indefinite Duration, we gape ahead, holds hands to Eyes, to magnify or blind. This future Can never know me. We’ll never meet. We Never will, for when we do slithering Time has become present, which is so now, As to be […]