Category Archives: NaPoWriMo

Mixed Media (11 of 30)

(forgot to press the Publish button yesterday. So this one is a day late) I used acrylic paint, two small mirrors adhered to the 12×12 canvas and pubic hair embedded in cadmium yellow and raw umber and burn sienna. She … Continue reading

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You Should Have Been a Serial Killer (10 of 30)

You should have been a serial killer with the ways you stalked me like herpes at prom, disappearing like Houdini, reappearing from nothingness. I was never impressed. I needed you to go. Get gone. You should have been a doctor with your callous … Continue reading

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Anschluss (8 of 30)

Fanatical man– Blood on concrete remains here. Raise your flag. Fly high.   [This is #8 of 30 poems written by Stephen Earley Jordan II  for a National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). The object is to write one poem per … Continue reading

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Poetry and That Dark Place

My old license plate read: POET. Driving around was always a pleasure–everyone would speak with me at traffic lights and say they were supposedly a poet, too; or, could I recite a poem to them (as if I always had … Continue reading

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Upon Being a Human Shield (7 of 30)

Do you think of me? I profess my heart has healed. Do you think of me as Winter’s wind licks your face? You wear me. I ravish you. [This is #7 of 30 poems written by Stephen Earley Jordan II  for a National … Continue reading

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Mein Kampf (6 of 30)

Separate substance with razor blades, and let the regime fall in line, then snort– White goons with right hands at 45-degree angles face the orange dipstick covered in oil and a smoke-yellow toupee, exuding power and certainty and judgment upon those once weak, and … Continue reading

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The Deal (5 of 30)

Oh Deathmonger, why did you come, knock, knock, knocking on my door, when you knew there’s a doorbell? Why, Deathmonger, did you offer to save me in exchange for her? You waited, at the foot of my bed, glaring for two … Continue reading

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