#30: The Last Poem of April

The Last Poem of April April was only cruel in that it exacted from me 31 poems, whether I liked it or not, but mostly, truth be told, I liked it, and I moved freely and by choice through the month, writing a poem every day until today, the day on which I write the lastContinue reading “#30: The Last Poem of April”

#29: After Teaching the Ancient Chinese Masters, the American English Teacher Considers Buddhism Through an Exploration of the Four Noble Truths

After Teaching the Ancient Chinese Masters, the American English Teacher Considers Buddhism Through an Exploration of The Four Noble Truths Life is suffering. Not the physical pain of suffering, a burnt hand, a broken limb, an illness, but an uneasiness, a dissatisfaction, a desire that comes not from a dream or a goal but fromContinue reading “#29: After Teaching the Ancient Chinese Masters, the American English Teacher Considers Buddhism Through an Exploration of the Four Noble Truths”

#28: Did You See The Moon?

Did You See The Moon? More luminous than your computer screen, shining in through the window of your study, full, full of fury, brightening the night sky like nobody’s business. Landing on the moon was not nearly as special as it was to look at the Earth from that vantage point. Just as, perhaps, theContinue reading “#28: Did You See The Moon?”

#27: Eggs In Your Beer

Today’s assignment from the NaPoWriMo website was to use a search engine to look up some common proverb or phrase and to use the results to make a poem. This is one my mother often used anytime someone became petulant and demanding. Not much of this poem comes from my search engine results, only theContinue reading “#27: Eggs In Your Beer”

#26: Meditative Mowing

Here’s something new for the poem of the day, with only four more days to go: an audio performance!  I’m reading this poem into garageband using my Blue Yeti microphone.  I think it turned out pretty well.  Let me know what you think! Meditative Mowing Pay day was two days ago, and now, bills paid,Continue reading “#26: Meditative Mowing”

#25: The American Teenager Has A Theory About Walt Whitman

The American Teenager Has A Theory About Walt Whitman Looking for inspiration for his own portrait of the poet, referencing a famous drawing of Uncle Walt, hand on his hip, in a gesture of confidence, I’d say, with a kind of challenging and quizzical look in his handsome, young face, the boy says, Was WaltContinue reading “#25: The American Teenager Has A Theory About Walt Whitman”

#24: I Love and Hate You, O Internet

Because I could not find inspiration in today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo (a challenge to make an anagram poem from my name), I submit the following instead.  This is an animal called an apostrophe.  An apostrophe is a figure of speech that addresses an audience that cannot respond, either because it is a dead person, aContinue reading “#24: I Love and Hate You, O Internet”

#23: On Trying to Read Moby Dick Again (A Triolet)

Moby Dick has become my white whale, not that it’s bitten off my leg, but that it haunts me, taunts me, torments me, because this novel by Herman Melville has the distinction of being the ONLY book I truly love that I have not finished reading–after repeated attempts! It baffles me, because every time IContinue reading “#23: On Trying to Read Moby Dick Again (A Triolet)”

#22: It’s Earth Day

It’s Earth Day and I rode my bicycle to work, but that’s a thing I do almost every day. I allow myself a little smugness for making more than the obligatory nod. I can pat myself on the back for making the decision to live in the neighborhood in which I work, so a thingContinue reading “#22: It’s Earth Day”