poem a day

Self-realization

nothing like naked photos to

More than Halfway through the Challenge

Today is Day 18 of the NaPoWriMo Challenge. One month to write a poem a day. Since my last blog, we've taken on a couple of poetic forms I didn't know - the tanka and the cleave.

Today

we walked north up

Kearny, then west

two blocks to Stockton and I

came as close to China as I

can get on this side of the

Pacific Ocean.

 

A Cat by Any Other Name

when my daughter was ten,

maybe eleven,

she told her father and me,

when I'm grown I'm going to

change my name to

Tigress Exotica

my daughters will be called

Girl in Class

two desks over, she’s
skirting the edge
peripheral vision edge
keeps me glancing over
on the edge of my seat
 
blue d

Heavenly BBQ

when my momma died
folks from town were good to help out
sitting vigil at Fair Haven Funeral Home
dropping off food at house, kitchen table laden with

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Up Against a Deadline and the Hood of a Car

in high school it was, hurry up

my mom's coming home

in college, ear's pressed against door,

quick baby, get it done

before boyfriend's back,

angry I'm not alone

Community Pool

spring break, mid-week afternoon

the continuous din of highpitched voices

echoes off cavernous metal roof and

every few minutes the cacphony is

Who Am I?

when you come to Portland

 

you might wake up one morning

 

Poem Starting with a Line from Norman Dubie

The lights of the galaxies are strung out over a dipper of gin

certainly the start of a poem Joan Miró can sink his teeth in

cause you know Miró says poetry, painting are

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