Found this poem, incomplete, in my notes. I had started with the seasons and their respective nouns, and I had toyed with the haiku structure but never quite reached satisfaction on the stanzas. Still can’t say that I have, but I’m ready to let this one make its way into the world. Summer: looseningA relaxingContinue reading “Poetry Month Day 16: Seasons”
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Poetry Month Day 15: Investment
When I was ten,my grandma-from-Californiapaid for me to have piano lessonsand whenever she came in town she’d sit me down at the piano bench and say “Well, let’s hear my investment,”and I’d playAnd most often she would nod and smileas I playedbecause I sure did practicebecause she needed to get her money’s worth And thenContinue reading “Poetry Month Day 15: Investment”
Poetry Month Day 12: Why There’s No Poem Today
I was way too tired at the end of the dayfrom running around as the human pawnin a Nintendo game,and I AIN’T FEELIN’ IT. I ran out of good words to stringtogether by ten a.m. andran on fumes ever since then,so I AIN’T FEELIN’ IT. I know that writing is the best wayto express allContinue reading “Poetry Month Day 12: Why There’s No Poem Today”
Sunday Sit-Down #13: All The World
Each Sunday, I’m working my way through my experiences with race. I’ll share stories and memories from throughout my life. I know I’ll encounter moments of growth that I wish I could relive. I’ll also have to think back on choices that I wish I could remake. Come join me each week. All the worldContinue reading “Sunday Sit-Down #13: All The World”
Poetry Month Day 9: Humor, Badly Timed
Humor.It’s all timing and audience. The feeling of having a jokethat is absolutelyhystericalbut having to one to tell it towell that’s rough. I mean, I knowwhat I’m saying is WILDLY inappropriate.Maybe even dark.It’s alsoreally freakin’ FUNNY. And I can’t even laugh as loud as I would if I heard that joke myself because who laughsContinue reading “Poetry Month Day 9: Humor, Badly Timed”
Poetry Month Day 8: On Cockroaches
When you get down to it,We really should likeCockroachesMore than we do.They are evolution’s rock stars,Shining beacons ofPersistence and carrying onAnd all that jazz. I should offer nothing but respectButThe very thought of them scuttling(I can’t picture them doing anything but scuttling)On floorsOver countersInMyPANTRYIs enough to send mePast the heebiesInto the full-on jeebies AndI knowContinue reading “Poetry Month Day 8: On Cockroaches”
Poetry Month Day 6: On the Natural (Dis)Order
You could say this poem is a continuation of my reflections for the Slice of Life challenge about the need for a strong, steady chocolate stash in a school. I stand by what I wrote, even if my observations this week speak to the contrary. Clearlythere is a problemin our world:there is some kind ofimbalancewithinContinue reading “Poetry Month Day 6: On the Natural (Dis)Order”
Sunday Sit-Down #12: The Floodgates Open
Each Sunday, I’m working my way through my experiences with race. I’ll share stories and memories from throughout my life. I know I’ll encounter moments of growth that I wish I could relive. I’ll also have to think back on choices that I wish I could remake. Given that April is also poetry month, I’mContinue reading “Sunday Sit-Down #12: The Floodgates Open”
Poetry Month Day 3: On Birthdays
Birthdaysshould be markedby cake and ice cream,Instagram posts and Facebook wishesOr texts, the kind with heartsAnd balloonsAnd silly memes butthis time next time every time I’d settleforanything that fills the absence. I draft and scribble out poems in my head: a catalog of today’s distractions our conversation in the sun today the four times IContinue reading “Poetry Month Day 3: On Birthdays”
Poetry Month Day 2: Now it Makes Sense
The last dayshave feltlike my shoes were on the wrong feet,like the stuck wheelon a shopping cartor the rattle at the front endof the carthat has to mean something,if I could figure out what I can’t for the life of meunderstandwhy words won’t come,why they feel so heavy and slow,why they sink beyond my graspwhyContinue reading “Poetry Month Day 2: Now it Makes Sense”
Soapbox: The Way I see Things 