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!   I thought for a while about what to post for this last day of my NaPoReMo series. I considered my favourite poem of all time,Continue reading “NaPoReMo #30: Holding hands”

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 lawn. Whatever else there is, there’s this as well. There’s no law against this singing – nesting I suppose – up in the silver birch,Continue reading “NaPoReMo #29: Here and now”

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 about it. No shame in discussing a lochan’s peatiness out there beyond the shore, the presence of trout, or how his hand bent as itContinue reading “NaPoReMo #28: Still waters run deep”

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 to be gone already. I know what you mean but give me one truly alive woman tonight walking across the floor toward me and youContinue reading “NaPoReMo #26: Barfly”

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 the cat. It may not. At the bottom of the hill, opposite the football factory which will close in 1981 (although nobody knows this becauseContinue reading “NaPoReMo #25: A library for Everyman”

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 to the Atlantic; to them who scorned the limits of bathtubs, refused to join a chorus of rub-a-dub; to them who’ve always known their ownContinue reading “NaPoWriMo #22: We are sailing (II)”

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 ranks of boarding houses marched up then. They linger, plastic curtains at their doors, or, still more oddly, blonde ungainly statues. The traffic swills alongContinue reading “NaPoWriMo #21: I may have been doing it wrong”

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 out of various devices Interrupted by attempts to sell products to the unseen. I would call my friends on other devices; They would be moreContinue reading “NaPoReMo #19: Plus ça change”

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 – no guarantees in this life. But some bonuses, like morning, like right now, like noon, like evening. * What is a poem, anyway? Why shouldContinue reading “NaPoWriMo #18 – Mustn’t grumble”

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 any idea how it feels to step over books you wrote about her bloody hell you sadist what kind of man are you all dayContinue reading “NaPoReMo #17: For the last time…”