I did complete my National Poetry Month challenge, and I wrote a poem a day. I just chose not to share the rest, because I decided they were for my eyes only. I completed the major qualifying paper that I was working on. I successfully defended the paper, and now it’s time to move on… Continue reading Writing Rhythms
I forgot to write my poem yesterday, perhaps intentionally. I had a great day on Wednesday, I felt competent, capable, elated. Yesterday, as almost inevitably happens for me after experiencing accomplishment and reaching milestones, the anxiety set in. I didn’t want to follow my elation with panic. So when I sat down to write I… Continue reading National Poetry Month Day 16 (late)
Coffee. Strong and dark, Your vapors tickle my nose. Now I can function.
Some days, everything Falls to perfect synchrony. The rough water smooths.
I’m struggling to write my poems right now, in part because everything I start writing turns grim and dark. So here’s what I’ve got tonight. It reflects my mood. Pisces, water sign; Aries, fire sign; a cusp. Is that why I’m fucked?
As a child I developed random systems of measurement. First, they began with distance. I counted fence posts, sidewalk cracks, footsteps, stairs, doorways, windows, to quantify how long until I reached home, how long until I reached— where? Surely it started with tracking the distance to home? At some point it moved beyond tracking the distance. I… Continue reading Distance —National Poetry Month Day 13
It’s always just one more thing, isn’t it? Just one more snooze cycle on the alarm clock. Just one more cup of coffee. (More like one more pot of coffee) One more paper to write. One more shift to work. One more meal to cook One more shirt to fold and put away. One more… Continue reading Just one more — National Poetry Month Day 12