Category Archives: NaPoWriMo

A Reflection: Manufacturing Poetry

I knew I couldn’t do it. But I tried. I tried my damnedest too. April was considered to be National Poetry Writing Month with the goal of writing one poem per day. I couldn’t do this. During this past month … Continue reading

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Cumulonimbus (18 of 30)

(dedicated to Prince Roger Nelson) I could give 23 reasons why I long for one-night stands and the purple sky exonerates as the world is malevolent, scattering a dandelion far-off from the ground in which it grew, latching onto soil and rooftops, hope and inspiration; … Continue reading

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Personal Space (17 of 30)

The forest conceals truths. The canopy blocks sun from intruding personal space; and the air from freedom. I soak with sweat stinging my sliced arms from razor grass. My Army Navy Surplus canteen is almost empty but I continue along trails and off trails and … Continue reading

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Muerto (16 of 30)

(SIDEBAR: Yes, I fell behind with writing one per day. . . ) The water is a Swarovski, and intolerably exquisite. I choose not to touch it. I’d rather watch it. I’d rather sit close to it, feel the spritz of it on … Continue reading

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A Night Out [I and II] (14/15 of 30)

I. Dance beats, pour some rhythm down my throat, Intoxicate my mind with forbidden melodies that gyrate remedies for my loneliness that never leaves and I’m left thinking of you and I loved you– We masturbated with opposite hands like … Continue reading

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El Yunque Hike (13 of 30)

I saw nothing and nothing happened. I anticipated seeing chimpanzees swinging from trees, rhythmically as they belched indistinguishable and intimidating grunts; I assumed I would see multicolored parrots swooping high over our heads as hard, refreshing rain massaged our bodies, keeping us composed and soon run for … Continue reading

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Loose Ends (12 of 30)

Winter sucks away this life from me. You draw me closer, just to try to fuck with me. Stop correcting my words, when you’re worse than me. Let me walk away because things are not what they seem. Let me pinch you to prove … Continue reading

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