The washer and the dryer now sing songswhen the cycle is done, and I don’t knowwhy that was a necessary feature, as if it’s not enough to hear them stop. I’m doing laundry in the basement nowafter having had a few I.P.A.sand exhausted late night YouTube views ofcomedy shows and the most recent newsall concerningContinue reading “#518: Sonnet After Beers, with Laundry”
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#515: There’s No Better Place
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. William Shakespeare, sonnet 18 My brother says that our brother in-lawis in a better place, but I hold in my tongueand resist to say out loud what I believe, that there is no better place, unlessContinue reading “#515: There’s No Better Place”
#514: Sonnet about that Contractor
I don’t think about him very often now. What’s done is done and we like the results. Some litigation would have been costlyand there’d be no guarantee of winning. So we filed a complaint against the guyand knew that was the best that we could do. He left a lot of unhappy people in hisContinue reading “#514: Sonnet about that Contractor”
#512: 40 Poems Down
April they say, is the cruellest month–actually that’s what T.S. Eliot says, or wrote; he’s dead now, of course. But he probably didn’t know that at some point, his line would inspire someone somewhere to declare April as ourNational Poetry Month, which is onlycruel when you consider the poorsuckers who decide to write a poemeveryContinue reading “#512: 40 Poems Down”
#509: I am hunted by the notebook… (turn haunted into hunted)
I am hunted by the notebookI lost after sitting at my mother’s deathbed nearly seven years ago now; while I watched and I waited, I wroteabout the experience of being with her while she was dying. She wasnot aware I was even there. For somereason, days or weeks later, that bookwhere I had written allContinue reading “#509: I am hunted by the notebook… (turn haunted into hunted)”
#508: I watch my son play the snare drum…
At home here in Milwaukie, Oregon,I watch my son play the snare drum; he’s inDayton, Ohio for the Winter GuardInternational World Championshipand I’m watching on a tiny iPhone in the green back yard with the two tired dogs.His mother, my wife, has coached this young groupof musicians to regional championsand now she’s taken my sonContinue reading “#508: I watch my son play the snare drum…”
#504: A Sonnet for Taylor Swift
I listened to a story today on my news app about how some friendships areending over Taylor Swift and I laughed. It’s not a real friendship if, really, that’sthe only sticking point between the pals. I like her. I love her. I mean, I like her music (honestly, not always), but I love her humanity, I admire hergumption and humorContinue reading “#504: A Sonnet for Taylor Swift”
#501: On Stamps
On Stamps IA flying rat, or a lesser long-nosed bat, for seventy-five cents will accompany your letters and your packages to theirintended destination. And that’s that. IIA cat wears a yellow t-shirt on which is printed the likeness of a nondescript breedof dog head. Is that a lab, a hound of a sort,a collie? TheContinue reading “#501: On Stamps”
#499: Anaphora Sonnet in Tercets and a Couplet (Better to be)
Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo was to write using anaphora, a rhetorical strategy in which the same word or a phrase begins each line or stanza. It’s a cool idea and there are a lot of great ones out there and tons of super famous ones. In a short poem like a sonnet, the risk isContinue reading “#499: Anaphora Sonnet in Tercets and a Couplet (Better to be)”
#497: Does a potato grow in coastal clime?
Some explanation is in order. Today’s prompt on the glorious NaPoWriMo website is to play with sound, particularly with rhyme. Additionally, the prompt comes with further instructions to find ten specific types of words to begin with, and then to create a bank of rhyming words for those initial ten. I want to create myContinue reading “#497: Does a potato grow in coastal clime?”
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