Raising the Admiral Frankly, I blame the goldfish, but who else could man a fleet so far from sea? Apart from me? It came to nothing. No, to less than less than that. The Iowans were waiting, and now Nebraska’s burning. Oh farewell, farewell, the endless fields of corn, where I dreamed of ships and …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 6
untitled Setting sun, this shadow-gathered dusk in her eyes – she who taught me to read is lost. Long night after night, the words seep into pages, become river-mist, dissolve away by dawn. A broken cloud, her mind become a tangled skein of thought and blindness. She calls me by my mother’s name, asks the …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 5
Yes. Not a good weekend. Kindest regards I have noticed that you say you mean no harm quite often. That you drop your eyes and voice, and offer up your open palms. I’ve watched sincerity climb out and seat itself there, purring like a cat. I am aware you say you mean no disrespect …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 4
Some days, all you can do is just close your ears, think of the money and hope for the best. (As the actress said to the bishop.) Anyhow, today's attempt was courtesy of the ReadWritePoem prompt #3: 'three in a row': Write about how “three in a row” means you’ve won something, like a game …
Subverting Clichés – an axe to grind
One of the exercises I gave my CPIT students recently was the classic "reanimating clichés" (i.e. take a cliché and treat it as though literally true. Explore it. Give it life again). I've always enjoyed it, and have managed to get a couple of perfectly acceptable poems from it in the past. One (light) poem …
A Dark Feathered Art 