two poems a day for a month

#532: On Writing 60 Poems in 30 Days

I think I know why I’m writing these poems– I’ve two a day for a full thirty days.If for only one month in the whole yearI’ve found a discipline that keeps me trueto the kind of thing I most want to do.No one’s waiting, holding their breath for me, there would be no consequence forContinue reading “#532: On Writing 60 Poems in 30 Days”

#516: It’s a Fight

Author’s Note: This could be the stupidest thing I have ever written. Here’s a poem in response to the prompt to write about a fight between two unlikely combatants. This is what comes, sometimes, of forced creativity. You must write something, even if it’s terrible. In this corner, weighing hardly a quarter of a pound,Continue reading “#516: It’s a Fight”

#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”

#488: My son at eighteen years becomes a fan . . .

I’m having a really hard time with the idea that the 8th of April might be the first day on which I don’t complete the composition of two poems, one of which must be a sonnet. I could let myself off the hook, I suppose, because yesterday I posted a 28 line sonnet, or, rather,Continue reading “#488: My son at eighteen years becomes a fan . . .”