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Wednesday, April 1st, 2009
8:58 am
Being as its the cruellest month and all
We had some loose talk last fall about reviving this group in the spring. In just-
spring (mudluscious) Just copying from something going around, I checked the site and his prompt for today is "origins", and sayin:

April Poem-A-Day Challenge

is National Poetry Month, and Poetic Asides blogger Robert Lee Brewer
is calling all poets (and even non poets) to take part in his annual Poem-A-Day Challenge! Last year, more than 400 poets posted more than 4,000 poems during the
month of April and turnout this year is expected to be even greater.

Participants who complete the poem-a-day challenge will receive a certificate, an
online badge (for display on your blog or website) and will be
considered for publication in a free eBook designed by Writer's Digest's own wonderful designers.

Participation is free. All you have to do is show up to the Poetic Asides blog on
April 1, write a poem a day, and have a great time. For more details,
Monday, December 1st, 2008
7:18 pm
if you google insohaimo, this is it
waited for snowfall
to make habit slippery,
muffle traffic noise

Well, okay, guys, so I only wrote 23 pomes, since actually October. That is more than I would have otherwise, and nothing to stop me trying to make it to thirty by, say, the end of the year. Thank you all for taking an occasional interest, or once again giving it a try, or giving me the excuse.

Oh yeah. I've noticed that our writing in November tends to produce lots of real downer poems. Any interest in giving it a try in the more cheerful, longer-daylight spring of the year?
Wednesday, November 26th, 2008
1:41 pm
sometimes you write all this so you can write that one
When you go on and on with the haiku form it's allowed. You could even call it tanka. Or not.

ice is melted here
stepping around green goose shit
avoidance is an art

holiday hours loom.
opening late, close early,
some of us stay put.

where have I been now?
planning imaginary
empires in phosphor

I've done this before
every year about this time
autopilot mom

easily amused
yeah, dry leaves, yadda yadda,
but every day new

21. O WALL!

Rough, aged, cracked cement
exposed from an inner room
that's now open air,
board forms impressed, gravel voids.
Take a cell photo.
Why did this wall impress you,
otherwise empty?
A small tree growing on top,
tall weeds at its feet,
unimportant lives
depend on that chance remnant.
Examine this wall.
What cobbled chance supports you,
what coincidence?

22. Judy's Funeral

We skipped the graveside
(Catholic mass, Lutheran lunch).
I'd have missed these geese
honking in flight, the creek iced,
broken-down cattails.
While I'm topside on the earth,
I keep on walking.
Thursday, November 20th, 2008
12:50 pm
so I was at a poetry workshop yesterday
12. cinquain on a previous theme

fabulous frabjous
winkling twinkling sparkling
in the beginning, big bang

13. acrostic

writing words while working working
on or out of one's only original occupation
restlessly running rite really ringing
different doing dance dealio done

14. I Am Always (first line courtesy of gertrude stein, something I write on my arm when I am demonstrating calligraphic body art, as I did last night)

I am always writing writing
I am always up to something
I am always off in all directions
I am always forever essentially
I am always anyways whatever

Someone else, Fabu Carter Briscoe, was running the poetry exercise part of the event, while I was one-on-one writing on people. So, I have some photos of the words I wrote on people, must upload. It is a thing I do. Old people, young people, everyone in between. Some have trouble picking a word. Some want entire poems that won't fit, particularly in the cold weather when we don't show a lot of skin. Teenagers want their horoscope sign. Little kids want their name, or an animal (cat, muskellunge). It wears off after a few days, flaking like a fresco. I am taking a day for my contribution of written expression to their words.
Saturday, November 15th, 2008
9:53 pm
to hell with the day
words will come by their choosing
like seasons, fickle


water, once a friend
still a part of all my life
hated theif, stealing


pavement sucked away
seatide, storm driven, hungry
my soul eroded


sorrow drives my words
without angers bright burning,
screming in darkness


sorrow drives my words
they are all I have to hold,
screming in darkness
1:20 am

another day gone.

the mountain of things I am

ignoring, just grows.


doldrums have usurped

my life. I stare at the void –

it stares back. silence.


I cried this morning

staring at the sky feeling

lost, in so much blue.


light bulb, flickering -

darkness. I change the dead bulb,

toss it out, useless.


inside-out, up-side

down, seeing the world sideways –

abstract forms, senseless.

plant in my window

crooked bamboo, leaves curling

turn brown. I killed it.

does hope exist? I

don’t believe, don’t disbelieve;

I simply don’t know.

Tuesday, November 11th, 2008
4:13 pm
7, 8, 9, 10 (Tortoises all the way down)
In the beginning
tortoises not with standing
WORD was a big bang.

hear the geese calling,
and deep-throated whine of a
garbage compactor

Red nightshade berries
glow in the afternoon sun
without break or pause

(must have been on drugs)
I walked there and back again,
now world without end.
3:35 pm
Cold rain today. I want a different life.
If perhaps my mother simply dropped me
on my head, and I turned out too stupid
to survive the years of drink and drugs
and bad decisions. But this body is
too rugged to go easy; it must suffer
multiple imbalance, organ failure.
Raindrops patter fast on yellow leaves.
I could have had more kids. I might have had
my talents treasured, raised up in
some stable church-going Oklahoma town
that, at last, I could have run away from.
But I was dragged instead to hell and gone.
Brown leaves hold fast to the oak. This is me,
plodding back along the line of years, left,
right, through the worlds as I was given them.
Saturday, November 8th, 2008
9:48 pm
a new span opened
the older bridge now long gone
blue water below
(galveston's new inbound bridge is finally open)
2:54 pm
working machine shop
smells of diesel and cigars;
church choir radio.
3:25 pm

Old man in the waves

looking like he lost something.

Tide rushes away.

Friday, November 7th, 2008
9:45 pm
11 7 08
eleven oh eight
another poetic binge
subject sometimes lost
6:34 pm

Warm syrup sunlight

dreaming in a mist of grey;
shiver, missing Spring.

Thursday, November 6th, 2008
11:24 pm


"Alas,” said mouse, “this world 
grows smaller by the day.
At first so vast I was afraid,
ran endlessly until at last

I saw, to right and left,
walls far away.
But these long walls
have narrowed quick
that already I am in
the final chamber
in whose corner there
stands the trap

to which I run;

there is no other way.”
“You only need to change
your direction,” said the cat,
and ate it up.

10:07 pm
11 6
rain came slow and late
scattering playing children
like frogs in the pond
11:17 am
Haiku for November 6
hard rain on asphalt
nickel bird on glassy fog
her name on my mind
Wednesday, November 5th, 2008
8:46 pm
11 5
eleven by five
as digits rise, space reduced
few days in margin
8:58 pm

Fingers crossed, hoping
"Change we need" might result in
spare change we could use.

6:34 pm
Nov 5 (twenty lines)
To Secure Domestic Tranquillity

Is it morning in America
again? No longer.
We had donuts with
our coffee break and
someone brought in
birthday treats eleven-ish.
And then a rather large
lunch has left us groggy.
An early sparkling afternoon,
with time to work before
it's dark and teatime,
which considering the list
of things to do, is good.
We'll be working nights,
overtime, and weekends, less
to spread the wealth around
than to check what's left undone.
Can I get you a coffee too?
I'm just stepping out then
back to work. Black for me.
Tuesday, November 4th, 2008
11:18 pm
warm with touch of cool
wind stirs in november night
Change is blowing through
(election 2008 is over)
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