In this moment I sit in the green room and write a poem when I should be working my lines.
Tag Archives: National Poetry Writing Month
#193: A Meditation on Missing a Day of Meditation After 28 Consecutive Days of Meditation
I woke up this morning with a kind of sinking feeling: something was amiss; and then I realized that yesterday I did not meditate. I missed my first day of meditation after 28 consecutive days of meditation. So, while I meditated this morning, it was difficult to quiet the mind, difficult to appease the internalContinue reading “#193: A Meditation on Missing a Day of Meditation After 28 Consecutive Days of Meditation”
#192: April is Not the Cruelest Month
April is Not the Cruelest Month There’s nothing cruel about April, except for the fact that it’s not May, and the only problem with May is that it’s not June. June may be, in my humble opinion, the kindest month of all. If I had to choose, though, a replacement for T.S. Eliot’s cruelest (what was heContinue reading “#192: April is Not the Cruelest Month”
#191: On Walking Through My Neighborhood, Currently Under Construction, With the Time-Lapse Camera on My Phone
For day three of National Poetry Writing Month, I take a walk through my neighborhood, currently under construction, with a time lapse camera. Here’s the poem I harvested on the experience. On Walking Through My Neighborhood, Currently Under Construction, With the Time Lapse Camera on My Phone “And it goes fast; you think of the past:Continue reading “#191: On Walking Through My Neighborhood, Currently Under Construction, With the Time-Lapse Camera on My Phone”
#190: Wheels
For day #2 of napowrimo, I offer up a found poem, a poem that steals its text wholesale from some other non-poetic source, say, a newspaper article, or a sign, or the print on a cereal box. While the general rule of thumb is to find text that is innocent of even remotely being like poetry, I’veContinue reading “#190: Wheels”
#189: Writing A Lune With My Students
Well, hello, and welcome to the annual poetry writing extravaganza in celebration of National Poetry Month during which suckers like myself attempt to write and publish a poem every day during the merry merry month of April. My first outing follows the instructions (optional as always) found on the National Poetry Writing Month website, where eachContinue reading “#189: Writing A Lune With My Students”
#173: On Not Writing a Poem
I don’t have to write a poem today. And you know, I don’t think I will. I will not write a poem. I wrote 30 poems in a row, a poem a day for 30 days, so today I’m just taking a break, doing other things, reading the stupid news, drinking coffee, making a comment hereContinue reading “#173: On Not Writing a Poem”
#172: A Backwards Poem
Welcome to the very last day of Michael Jarmer’s contribution to National Poetry Writing Month. The optional assignment for this last day of these poetic festivities from the napowrimo website reads like this: “Today, I challenge you to write a poem backwards. Start with the last line and work your way up the page toContinue reading “#172: A Backwards Poem”
#171: Penultimate Poem for April: A Review of Last Night’s Tantrum
Last night’s temper tantrum was a resounding success. Let us consider the salient features of the tantrum and see to what heights of glory were reached by last night’s specimen. Usually, a tantrum begins with some struggle right before bedtime, typically involving the cessation of play and the transition upstairs. This was most clearly evident. Ad electronics. ThereContinue reading “#171: Penultimate Poem for April: A Review of Last Night’s Tantrum”
#170: Bridges
My mother hated bridges. She hated driving; she would do it if she absolutely had to, but she would never drive across a bridge. She did not trust them to support her or she did not trust herself to drive straight across, afraid of a fatal tack to the left or to the right, into oncomingContinue reading “#170: Bridges”
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