Showing posts with label napowrimo napowrimo13 NationalPoetryWritingMonth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label napowrimo napowrimo13 NationalPoetryWritingMonth. Show all posts

Friday, April 12, 2013

Hereditament

I.
In the garden

I water                        I watch

The lace-winged labor of play
The animals loll and swat at plants

Fur rubs the sidewalk
Camouflaged skins burrow inside
Fur lines the flesh light

II.
In the gnawing chew             of sidewalk hum
I played street games

The sun a vector                                     I hid in the cool dark

Aimed cue ball at bruised knuckles
My father taught me

How to hurt
How to be pennies

III.
On the fire escape             I grew like a dandelion
Greedy for pigeon talk and flowered skirts

I wanted to be a garden
So I doused myself with hosewater

Painted my arms with thorns
In the wandering dusk

How to be a fortress
Tenement of my red mouth

How to be quiet
Dig under the belly
Lift the stone slab

(from a writing prompt by Elizabeth Treadwell and anthologized in “Hereditament”: http://secretmint.blogspot.com/2013/04/hereditament-flash-anthology-no-2.html)

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Light: NaPoWriMo Day Ten


When light sticks inside bodies
The viscous imaginary
A protective sheath, a plastic coating, a waterfall

Orbital schema – an awkward grinding
Grey over buoyant grey, a rainbow scrape

When light sticks inside bodies
Bug jelly maths
Porifera make new hydras
Give Zeus the finger
A parthenogenetic hum
stuns the ocean floor

Leaves shoot duodenal refuse
A vein of cellular debris
But, to chop it -
A clutch of pearls through the stained glass
A pawing at the branches

When light is a family of bones
When light deviates

Saturday, April 06, 2013

NaPoWriMo Day Six


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Gallop, gastrointestinal heart cavity
The ridge just beyond
Horizon membrane
Pink, lavender, blood orange
A disarray of muteds
Lungs, give it all you got

*Today, I wrote poems in the bathroom and at the dinner table.  Writing on the weekends is tricky business! 

Friday, April 05, 2013

NaPoWriMo Day Five





The body met with an alter of the image of the body
What we see when we seek reflection
The ever a whisper an incandescent eye droop
Gravity seeking its own breasts cupped so the light can laugh too
How time makes us empathic for women we once reviled
Neglect and its chambers of dropped infants
The insouciance of stubbed cigarettes as woman spooned the creamed peas
Time is making my ankles heavy where I ripped and ripped out my roots
Extirpated that woman in the kitchen smock
Extirpated that idea of seeking permission

NaPoWriMo Day Four



There is no need to emerge
The general body plan is
solar, systemic, cnidarian

The mouth stings
Take your flea meds
Live above the float
Somersault tentacles

A separate free-swimming phylum
It's whole body reacts
Shake out the hydra's head

Wednesday, April 03, 2013

NaPoWriMo Day Three





A human is a half-way house to a bird
Whiplike flagella that lash back and forth
Poking at echinodermata, appropriating invertebrate wraith

Is I what it means to be a self
A stomach the length of a performer’s discretion
Granularity of its stain – a tree ring

All night the hard fatty substance applied,
Slurps with an enlarged pink.
What are the attempted catechisms masochisms
The wind a push of carnivorous ghosts

NaPoWriMo Day Two (late)






This skeleton of tiny needles
This object in an electrical field
Persons or the general plastic
The process of photographing digital objects
A film of extravascular
Originating in igneous an appendage
Shaped by worry stones
Rebellion marked with liner
Any of several shrub species point to their horns
Lend plasma to the earliest silicate
The conversion of gratuitous benefit
Another term includes relatives
Seem them water the girl watching sparks

Monday, April 01, 2013

Crossing Bay Bridge in a Storm, or Morning Commute Geometry




Engineering serendipity

To grow taller and taller buildings
Animals in the phyla kingdom
The marsh of drag and drop
The perpetual habit daze

What comes out
Drowning hazard lights
Film of wet hush
Rocking my small icy boat
A tornado of white urges