I have never been successful with completing a "thirty day writing challenge," (attempted before on this blog in 2021 and 2023), but even if left uncompleted, the challenges — and the several subpar poems they produce as I get back into writing, again — are successful enough in resetting things that I usually do end… Continue reading 1: poem: catching up
Tag: original free verse poetry
poem: in a moment of desperation i searched poetry MFA california
Here I am in pogom – trapped trappedBlood deer in the face, looking askance, how many timesWill be stuck and need to reinvent myself – to changeAnd hasten story – burnt-earth desert town and the problemPeople lick me in; nothing to read — no face in the granary Earth possible – no child and no foragedCredentials;… Continue reading poem: in a moment of desperation i searched poetry MFA california
poem: Greenland
white whale of a place split open -- climb in, rideher out to see: what new thing we can makeof ourselves. theory-people with cold-faces -- surge of mountains rucked up --ice and blue doll-land, also dripping mawof fast death, careless, bought-in gamble andunable to be thought-through, -out of. saying thisaberration is historical: blood memory says… Continue reading poem: Greenland
poem: byron
little lustful flurries, your hand on the table and i think --all the fingers soaked, in green-caraway, bought andsold in great, slave-ship, quantity: you receding man; desperate throw-of-yourself into the real, eyes-bluebrackish water against, the real gnatof the conflict sopped-up; find a -- cause -- pink harem bodies in theoreticals, draped around cranium and smoggy… Continue reading poem: byron
poem: draft. pt 2.
Hestia circles an idea: I will be better if I am better read if my Soul is improved If littlehouse, perfectly kept, live off nothing, I neverwork I work, all day like a nun or a devotional in newholy cycle, sun to dust, no shifts no kepthours. he says, I did not know you feltlike… Continue reading poem: draft. pt 2.
poem: sentiment eating the heart of the poem alive
Muse -- take, findin hallways and oversexed eyes -- theysay Only Good Poetess in thrall toSade and the feminine, but what of my manymen! my harem of no-words-spoken, immortalized -- on internet (nobody reads -- the void!) blog. eat -- little finch, singing, pine trees around the house. youth in big broad skiescow-paths through, cow-burrs… Continue reading poem: sentiment eating the heart of the poem alive
poem: sister on a first date
the Americanness of being -- we could never remake thecountry in our image! ask him, tonight, what kind of protestant he is, we will take Baptist Evangelical more hesitantly Methodistor Presbyterian. what branch of Lutheran, what does he think about the split. his best friend is looking for a good Catholicgirl to take home, universal… Continue reading poem: sister on a first date
poetry review: “serotonin”
https://adamfenner.wordpress.com/2024/12/04/serotonin-review/ many thanks to Adam for his lovely review!
poem: serotonin
her face is oil, gleaming over the plate -- he takes long stock of arbitrated beefstock, the tender cuffedaioli shoots in glaze. less so, her melting face puffy body, weird drainof eyes down her face. I took her, new girl tremblingat auditions, when she was whole. the hole began when I left for fields, she… Continue reading poem: serotonin
poem: return
once again -- cracks hands, sucks bones -- we are here. made up my mind to keep the internet as a hole to stick my face into; how stifling to make it, parlor-roomi cannot tell people who sent us money for the wedding when i want to cut my headoff. back into the loom --… Continue reading poem: return
the last pavilion 