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Category Archives: NaPoWriMo: poems to read

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 #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

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

NaPoReMo #19: Plus ça change

I lived in the first century of world wars. Most mornings I would be more or less insane, The newspapers would arrive with their careless stories, The news would pour … Continue reading

April 19, 2017 · 3 Comments

NaPoWriMo #18 – Mustn’t grumble

Yes William Stafford It could happen any time, tornado, earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen. Or sunshine, love, salvation. It could, you know. That’s why we wake and look out – … Continue reading

April 18, 2017 · 4 Comments

NaPoReMo #17: For the last time…

Darling, Would You Please Pick Up Those Books? Kathryn Maris How many times do I have to say get rid of the books off the goddamn floor do you have … Continue reading

April 17, 2017 · 5 Comments