Tag Archives: new poem

A poem in which the poet wears a red dress for the apocalypse or whatever

Here / trying to enact what they mean when they say Let’s cross over. / If I write about the butterfly you’ll think I want to be one But who are you

A poem about the trouble with November

Who am I in all this / to feel love so abundant? This morning, a tree / on my lawn catches the sun. It sits in bare branches / like a bright ball of yarn I want to keep in a basket / even though I can make nothing of it.

A poem about playing house

This is the first poem I’ve posted in a while, but I don’t think it will be the last. As I mentioned in a recent post, Collin Kelley has decided to start posting poems again on his blog, and I’ve been inspired, as a result, to get back to doing the same thing.

Pre-game love (or love-less) poetry

Apparently, I’m obsessed with the grocery store (I wrote about it last time, too). I am as surprised as you are. I actually hate stores in real life. I avoid them ’til they’re absolutely necessary.

That time I broke the rules

It’s been a while since I’ve written online and in public, and I have no idea what the hell is going on in this draft.

Response to @notajournal’s poetry prompt #1

As you may have heard, I’ve started a new prompt-site/poetry journal, and I’m planning (when possible) to write along with the community of poets that evolves there. This is my response to the site’s first prompt: write a poem about the first animal you see today (using 14 lines and not mentioning the animal). I […]
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sonnet-sized: poem in 14 lines, number one

photos of the loch ness monster, revisited go back and back to a single grainy image: a man’s outline in the doorway as he storms out. when you show him he insists, that’s not me. or maybe a friend says, i saw your old lover with his wife, and you imagine her blurry, an uncertain […]
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