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"She lives the poetry she cannot write" – Wilde

NaPoReMo #20: Yes we can

  Variation on a Theme by Rilke Denise Levertov A certain day became a presence to me; there it was, confronting me–a sky, air, light: a being. And before it … Continue reading

April 20, 2017 · 2 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

NaPoReMo #16: Show and tell

  The sun has burst the sky Jenny Joseph The sun has burst the sky Because I love you And the river its banks. The sea laps the great rocks … Continue reading

April 16, 2017 · 2 Comments

NaPoReMo #15: Writing on a donkey

  Ford Robbie Burton The donkey followed me to the ford. I pointed at the river’s grey colour and told him how it ran orange back in the steelworks days … Continue reading

April 15, 2017 · 5 Comments

NaPoReMo #14: Fried slice

  english breakfast wrestling the perfume of frying eggs, a trace of whisky orbits the sun. it is bastille day and the pale sky shrinks. an ash-tray is slowly filling. … Continue reading

April 14, 2017 · 2 Comments

NaPoReMo #13: We are sailing

Today’s poem appears in a photo because I can’t do the indents properly in WordPress, and a poem’s appearance is important. The visual and aural content of poetry is part … Continue reading

April 13, 2017 · 5 Comments

NaPoReMo #12: Herd instinct

Searchlight Jim Carruth A toddler double-wrapped in heavy woollens, wedged snug in the open mouth of a ten-gallon can, I’d watch my parents work down the stalls of Ayrshires, drawing … Continue reading

April 12, 2017 · 2 Comments

NaPoReMo #11: a reckoning

I have a little solar flower on my windowsill, which cheerily waves its arms until dusk and then slowly goes to sleep. I once gave a similar flower to my friend … Continue reading

April 11, 2017 · 2 Comments