I've sort-of answered these already, but since January has set it up as a meme (and because I'm finding it hard to let the whole thing go) here's my contribution. Thanks to Catherine for the original link. 1. Number of poems written in April. If we're allowing posted rough drafts to count, thirty. (Woohoo!) No, …
NaPoWriMo 09 – the post-mortem
Well, it's all over. I have survived thirty days of writing a poem-draft every day (or "for" every day), and posting them publicly. What did I learn, what did I gain, what did I lose, and was it worth it? Certainly the challenge of a poem every day was harder than I expected. Having only just emerged …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 30 (and end!)
Imago A box, made of some dark wood with no scent, no discernible grain. Inlaid into the lid, a scene of welcome made from scales that shone like pearls in shallow water. A man and his daughter and a tree with arching limbs. Shall I tell you about angels? There was no latch, no lock, …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 29
An Unusual Affection for Paperclips I am growing older, stiffer in knees and hips. How could I not admire the flexibility of paperclips? * Pleasure comes from simple things. Behold a child with a box of coloured paperclips! * Chaos is the final order, and settles among my things. I hold it at bay with bookmarks, …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 28
Mending You are sitting close to the light, intent on thread and needle and the lining of my good coat, trailing like a slipped wing. Outside, snow has started falling again. You taught me to sew. Strange craft for a husband perhaps, and you learned it young. Frowning, you deftly unpick what I had tacked …
A Dark Feathered Art 