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…”
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#505: Ants in the Mailbox
I’ve been going to the mailbox lately and finding ants all over everything. The packages, envelopes, circulars, ants just everywhere. On a couple occasions it was dark so I didn’t knowuntil I got the mail into the houseand I freaked out a little bit, I did. I spent the entire evening chasing thesebastards all overContinue reading “#505: Ants in the Mailbox”
#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?”
#496: The Proud Boys and the Oath Keepers and all…
Now that, in the tall tale tradition, I have elevated Beyoncé in poem #495 to goddess and creator status, I thought I would try to do something a bit more serious with the subject. It’s fascinating to me, but not surprising I suppose, that an image, the same image, seen in two different contexts, canContinue reading “#496: The Proud Boys and the Oath Keepers and all…”
#495: Beyoncé created the universe…
Beyoncé created the universe and it was good, I tell you, it was good.On the seventh day, She rested, of course,but sensing that something was still amiss,She invented The Beatles, yeah, yeah, yeah. It was the eighth day, and there was musicof every kind and there were no lanesand no bullshit about who could doContinue reading “#495: Beyoncé created the universe…”
#492: I learn I’ve earned a top fan badge for God…
I learn I’ve earned a top fan badge for God, the news reaches my notificationsand it makes me laugh on a couple fronts, the first of which is the genius here: to be the first person to have the gutsto make a Facebook profile page for Godwho’s antithetical to “churchiness,” antagonistic toward all dogma,calling outContinue reading “#492: I learn I’ve earned a top fan badge for God…”
#491: Some days you just don’t want to write . . .
I Some days you just don’t want to write. You get up and you try to meditate,but something is wrong with your dog and sheis harassing you non-stop while you sitand you find yourself angry, cursing inbetween deep breaths in and out. And the promptfor today is uninspiring, the list of brainstorms you made for sonnets runsContinue reading “#491: Some days you just don’t want to write . . .”
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