Monthly Archives: April 2013
prompt 12 (honesty, honestly?)
The sun is rising over New York City at 6:15am tomorrow morning,which is my father’s 62nd birthday and I sit in the dark of thisburning-the-candle-at-both-ends,police-lights-cutting-through-the-darkness-when-they-come-to-inflict- the-civic, kind of night andthink only of the apology I would offer the students that I cannotteach them how … Continue reading
a Monday Morning Attempt at prompt #5 edited
This day, Coming in to school, Sitting at this desk, alone, I have never felt so hopeless, ever. Breathe deep.
prompt # 13 … things that happen on walks…
Four floors down Closing the door Tightly, the man Asks again for Beth’s number. I Do not know Beth’s number, though I am sure She has one. Later, up the Stairs which I Took three at At a time Hoping … Continue reading
prompt #11 tanka
They all black and blue black and brown behind bars and jumpsuit orange and the guilty ones are holding the keys outside of these walls
prompt # 10 unlove
Ms. B. says that we are like crabs in a barrel we so close that we all up on that I never agreed to be stuck in this tank of rancid salt water with all of you especially the king … Continue reading
prompt 9 (noir/mystery)
These are lots of pieces that I am interested in coming back to but right now are just one heck of a jumble. I. It’s about the time my boyfriend got his Period and the cramps lasted for days And … Continue reading
prompt #3, Sea Shanty
If all the girls were whales And walked around with shining scales If all the girls were whales… Hey nonny nonny, Ho nonny nonny Hey nonny nonny, ohhh The sirens on the the wandr’ing trails With carmine blood upon their … Continue reading
Poem 1 in retrograde (First Line from Neruda’s “Birds”)
It was passed from one bird to another They had been calling her name all day unable to pick her out perched on the bruised flesh of the stone stair at Borough Hall A bird had been singing her name … Continue reading
ottava rima (abababcc)
Gonna be honest- was not a huge fan of this prompt either… but that was because, I think, I had committed last night to the first line of my poem today reading as follows: On the couch Erica tells me … Continue reading
banagrams prompt.
So this was an independent prompt-type my best friend and I have done several times based on games of bananagrams… To the Irishman from Kildare who offered me green tea in the small kitchen hung with prayer flags in Jersey … Continue reading