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"She lives the poetry she cannot write" – Wilde

NaPoReMo #30: Holding hands

  Oh western wind, when wilt thou blow that the small rain down can rain? Christ, if my love were in my arms and I in my bed again!   … Continue reading

April 30, 2017 · 13 Comments

NaPoReMo #29: Here and now

  This Maitreyabandhu There’s no law against my listening to this thrush behind the barn, the song so loud it echoes like a bell, then it’s further off beyond the … Continue reading

April 29, 2017 · 3 Comments

NaPoReMo #28: Still waters run deep

Pulse James McGonigal Smooth slope of a hill and fornication undoubtedly taking place in its lee. Ash trees shivered in a wind that still had the delicious flick of frost … Continue reading

April 28, 2017 · 2 Comments

NaPoReMo #27: The Truth About God

  God’s Justice Anne Carson In the beginning there were days set aside for various tasks. On the day He was to create justice God got involved in making a … Continue reading

April 27, 2017

NaPoReMo #26: Barfly

tonight Charles Bukowski “your poems about the girls will still be around 50 years from now when the girls are gone,” my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear … Continue reading

April 26, 2017 · 2 Comments

NaPoReMo #25: A library for Everyman

  Why We Need Libraries Ian McMillan It is the mid-sixties, and it does not matter which year exactly; it may have been the year Mrs White threw water on … Continue reading

April 25, 2017 · 2 Comments

NaPoReMo #24: A Warning

  Warning Malika Booker 1 Some great-grandmother told her daughter, Never let no man hit you and sleep, pepper the food, boil hot water and throw, use knife and make … Continue reading

April 24, 2017 · 2 Comments

NaPoReMo #23: The architecture of pleasure

  Rhetorical Questions Hugo Williams How do you think I feel when you make me talk to you and won’t let me stop till the words turn into a moan? … Continue reading

April 23, 2017 · 3 Comments

NaPoWriMo #22: We are sailing (II)

  When Considering the Long, Long Journey of 28,000 Rubber Ducks Kei Miller To them who knew to break free from dark hold of ships who trusted their unsqueezed bodies instead … Continue reading

April 22, 2017 · 1 Comment

NaPoWriMo #21: I may have been doing it wrong

  And Alison Brackenbury Sex is like Criccieth. You thought it would be a tumble of houses into a pure sea and so it must have been, in eighteen-ten. The … Continue reading

April 21, 2017 · 5 Comments