NaPoWriMo: 20 (3 Broken Haiku)

i. Frozen white dew covers lawn Closed yellow dandelions: Unbothered. ii. Under empty staircases: Lost notebook and tumble weave forgotten. iii. Sometimes, “I love you” is a two word text message asking “Need Food?” Advertisements

NaPoWriMo: 19 (found poem)

Venting Every September before Summer’s heat has loosened her stranglehold upon the air, I stand as a teacher, To “those kids” the ones deemed ignorant and dumbfounded center mass targets staring into the smoking muzzles of recent failures and fresh theories about how apathetic they are about how challenging they are about how urban they … Continue reading

NaPoWriMo: 18

Hubris (Euterpe’s Freestyle No. 8140) I banish darkness, commanding it into the ignorant corners of rooms where I exist, being neither destroyed nor created, occupying space as ubiquitous and expansive as Walt Whitman’s ghost singing songs of myself and searching for myself finding problem and solution, a revelation revealed as cause for revolution and celebration … Continue reading

NaPoWriMo: 17

10 Cents The creases of a photo seven decades old tell the tattered tale of two siblings— the oldest of eight— a Brown skinned Hansel and Gretel who ate the sweet denseness of ginger cakes, dropping crumbs as unnecessary reminders of the path homeward, towards poverty; they walked together. On a Sunday, with their father— … Continue reading

NaPoWriMo: 16

Wearing my hand like a baseball mitt that fits five times too large, he rescues me from quicksand couch and after work weariness; my loosened tie a pendulum losing time as he guides me upstairs and down to the floor, his carpeted realm of plush animals, race cars, and blocks building an ever changing kaleidoscopic … Continue reading

NaPoWriMo: 15 (3 Haiku)

i. Rain falling on black asphalt; cold, heavy drops hit exposed skin: goosebumps. ii. Underneath bare shrubs: fallen, old leaves; ashen black mulch; growing green weeds. iii. Metal toy cars race across wooden floor. Laughter. The sound of childhood.

NaPoWriMo: 14

Shark Dream Variations 1. If you often dream of being a shark it’s a sign that you are being judged because of the sheerness of your size because of the disproportionate teeth to gum ratio of your open mouthed smile because of the perennial prime real estate you occupy in line at every potluck and … Continue reading

NaPoWriMo: 13

Guilty Plea There are loose leaf bodies boxed and buried in the shallow depths of my trunk. There are receipts shoved into the guilty wrinkles of my pockets as proof of murdered minutes stolen and spent with other people’s children. There is blood red ink smeared across paper cut palms and fingers as evidence of … Continue reading

NaPoWriMo: 12

Spring morning in suburbia Outside, it is morning, cool, and quiet. Rows of houses crawl past the growing fog on my car windows. Each home is different enough for me to notice their similarities; the lawns are thick, dull green, and waking from long winter hibernation. Parked cars in driveways are being opened and started … Continue reading

NaPoWriMo: 11

It would be great to state that the condition of this ship is well—better than well, exceptional even, a sleek yacht, fine-tuned and unsinkable, floating above the treachery of white capped waves; It would be nice declare this, but it would be a lie. The state of this union is no yacht; no barge; no … Continue reading