Poetry Writing Month and Beyond
I fully ran out of steam on villanelle day. I love villanelles, but my brain just would not. I’m sad that I was not able to finish this year, but it was also clear to me that I had to preserve my energies. I’ve started back up with my daily haiku practice in the past few days. Please feel free to reach out if you’d like to follow that or stay in touch. I’ll likely keep this account dark until next year.
Take care, you wonderful people.
I’d love to bring back Na/GloPoWriMo bingo this year. Leave a comment (or email me at 6eyedwonder at gmail) should you desire a bespoke bingo board.
How it works:
I have a list of 107 terms. For each bingo board, I generate a random collection of about 40 terms to fill each bingo slot. The extras allow me to avoid duplicates. List below the picture – I welcome term suggestions!
Wonderful writings, my friends. I’m going private until April.
napowrimo.net’s prompt for day 29:
write your own two-part poem that focuses on a food or type of meal. At some point in the poem, describe the food or meal as if it were a specific kind of person. Give the food/meal at least one line of spoken dialogue.
Bitter Aspic
You may be hip now,
Bone broth, but let me tell you –
We all end up mock’d.
I had pride of place
And time; now my fancy molds
Are dusty heirlooms.
(I think I’ve a longer poem that this is a start to, but that might need to wait.)
Y’all, I am so tired. Hard fatigue day. Thought I almost wasn’t going to manage to do this one.
Today’s prompt: an index poem.
Future Bodyminds*
Multiply marginal
Macrolevel change
Microlevel change
Home is a holy place
Run like he-
alth activism. Everywhere
accessible, consciousness-raising
What really happens.
What if,
In the near future, bodyminds
reimagined, crip vision
ghost stories
narrative prosthesis.
Gender: able-mindedness and,
Defamiliarization and,
Disability metaphors and,
Futuristic representations and,
Intersectionality and
(see also class; race; sexuality
Solidarity: the sit-in and,
Storytelling.
*sourced from
The Future is Disabled, Lea Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha
Black Disability Politics, Sami Schalk
Bodyminds Reimagined, Sami Schalk
And now for our daily prompt (optional, as always). Today, begin by reading Bernadette Mayer’s poem “The Lobelias of Fear.” Now write your own poem titled “The of ,” where the first blank is a very particular kind of plant or animal, and the second blank is an abstract noun. The poem should contain at least one simile that plays on double meanings or otherwise doesn’t quite make “sense,” and describe things or beings from very different times or places as co-existing in the same space.
My brain was not having it today. And then I found myself in chat with two artistic friends, and I asked for help finding my animal and abstract noun, and I wove this out of our conversation. On day 27, nothing makes sense anymore.
The Brown Recluse of Meh
There’s some definite synergy
between recluses.
And meh – the reflection
in the photograph,
the fox dog that is neither a fox
nor a dog, but residue of.
Not the real thing, the curving
contour – that’s just wet ink;
it will dry. Its interaction with nature.
A gust of wind, a fainting goat,
a cool effect, I watch the security cameras
and don’t like abstractions.
Just a tangent, how did he enter
the reflection: the figure in space,
a trail of wet ink, he’s a muppet,
a Ramone, a waterfall, a
rich boy’s playground.
What’s the overlay, Kenneth?
Some smiling simile bottom lip.
Just not the real thing,
I forgot to leave white space.
7eyedwonder 