When looking for a poem to publish, but tendency is to look backwards to last year or even a couple years ago. I’m not sure if it’s because the new ones are too fresh or if age makes the other ones seems that much better. This week, I’m forcing myself to stay current instead of …
It’s been a few weeks since I’ve had my act together enough to compose a Word Wednesday post, so I dipped back into 2019 for this one and did a quick edit. Overall, I’m happy with this one at the moment. still life of a love poem, 2019 you know what i’d give for one …
I split my poem writing about 50/50 between computer and journal. As magical as it can be to scratch something onto paper with ink, there’s an aspect of typing mechanics that’s appealing as well. This is a poem that was written in my journal and I came across it last night as I went back …
It occurred to me this morning that I’ve been spending a lot of my energy on editing poems rather than writing poems lately. Does all that creative energy and whatnot come from the same source? Is there a finite daily allotment? Or am I just being lazy and making excuses? Honestly, I don’t really want …
This one comes fresh off the presses (or permanent marker) from the Adjustment project I’ve been tinkering with off and on for awhile now.
Sometimes, it’s fun to mess around on the page (or screen). a man out of time had Bukowski lived in the Age of Facebook, you know damn well he’d have been trolling at 2am instead of writing poems drunk as hell, giggling as he typed another flamethrower reply then sit back & watch the show …
One of the drawbacks of being involved in multiple projects (being in a creative flow as Robert Rodriguez would say) is that it’s easy for one to slip to the side every now and again. I used to get pretty upset about that until recently when I realized that’s okay – as long as it …
After not writing much new poetry while I’ve been stuck in Revision Land, it’s been a veritable explosion of fresh material here! Okay, so it’s been a couple poems. But still! That’s something. Here’s one that I wrote yesterday. contraptions stubbornly sensual, hands reach to caress – lips pout to kiss & find only empty …
I know that it isn’t Word Wednesday, but I woke up to snow in Southern Maine on April 28 and a lack of motivation to write much besides and endless stream of cuss words and other “get off my lawn” – ish grumbling. So instead, here’s a new poem that I was going to save …
Reaching back a bit for this one because I’ve been living in The Land of Revision as of late instead of writing new things. I’ll be glad to find some sort of an end to this project if only to say it’s done. In the meantime, enjoy this little chestnut from a few years back. …