Sunday, April 30, 2017

Repetition: Day 30 NaPoWriMo

Men say again and again how 
their sons were born…or how
the wife threatened them when
she was pregnant…or how poor 
they were in collage,so they ate huge 
meals on the weekends with their 
mothers to tie them over. Men
repeat these stories and women 
say, Yes,I know, you’ve already 
told me that. Once a man shouted, 
Well, I’ll telling you again. Another 
man said, We have no other stories.
If we don’t repeat these we’ll have
nothing to say. So women should say,
Oh really, how fascinating. And 
watch their eyes light up. Yes, I know 
I repeat myself, And I see the light 
go from his eyes, and right off I say, 
I’ve already told you haven’t I. And 
he nods. And we're quiet for a few
moments before another topic arrives.  

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Mirror: Day 29, NaPoWriMo


I see you standing behind
me, reflecting the happiness
in our faces. Once a friend 
said he looked in the mirror 
and saw someone else. Some 
evil from a past life, or specter
manifesting out of darkness, 
its image replacing his face. 
shrugged,saying I did not 
know what he meant, or why 
he would see such a thing. 
Maybe he was messing with me,
as he did like to make me feel 
uncomfortable. Or maybe he was 
just one of those folks who saw 
through the veil to the wanton
malevolent stuff. But now, it’s 
clear to me there's nothing but 
love entering our field from 
beyond, and it reflects as clear 
delightful light.


Friday, April 28, 2017

Sid's Amour: Day 28 NaPoWriMo, Dipodic Verse

The cat door
makes me sore.
I’ll name him Thor,
the mouse from hell,
who rings my bell
when he scampers
past the hamper.
I try grabbing,
not quit nabbing,
the stupid mouse
living in our house,
because the cat
is a brat,
bringing in live prey
most every day.




Thursday, April 27, 2017

To Your Kisses: Day 27, Napowrimo...

The evening we first kissed flew my thoughts into the sky, though my body stayed alert, saying yes and yes, and yes to you. We sat on the davenport, kissing like weedy teenagers barely sated by smorgasbord. It was easy to fall for those smooth vermilion borders, the light brush of soft whiskers against my chin, your warm golden scent. Still, you repeat the story, how I said: I think we should kiss. And we did for over an hour. Your flavor lingers like rustic bread, crusty, yeasty, salty; notes sweet on the back of my tongue that night and still. Now I know how much the granary of your love quenches my thirst, feeding me in a way I never suspected I hungered.   




Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Beneath the Sea: NaPoWriMo Day 26--write about what the archaeologist might find in the future.


When the water’s gone and the archeologist digs
an assortment of objects, some obvious, some not,
they’ll ponder ad nauseam what the hell they are,

just like now, when you mention the party line your
grandmother had to youngsters, faces parallel the look
of the young lady who’d never heard of American

Bandstand or a man named Dick Clark.  In the future
when the sealant used to hide toxic waste at the bottom
of the bay fails, and the chemicals beneath congealed

into milky stones, not unlike the meteorite bits found
in large pits due south, the tarot reader will wear a
stone around her neck, thinking it has properties that

will open her third eye and enhance her psychic ability;
when really, it’s like Kryptonite, a white poison stealing
her energy just like it did way back when. When the water’s

gone, where mud continues to open, wave lengths will
ping like tracking devices, signally above the surface to
the long dead: select eight on key pad to message back.

   


Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Treasure Box: NaPoWriMo, Day 25, Write about the inside of a space

I can’t be torn like this       pulled between the love of my life and a high and mighty father he does things he shouldn’t      his rulership is final    I’m moving out        in the box go pictures I’ve drawn     a few notes Jack sent        very few actually as he’s dyslexic      letters  from my first boyfriend, Bill who moved to Alaska      letters from Kiko Matsuaka and Dorolthy Foo, Asian pen pals    a stack from Mike Ralf, my brother’s Marine buddy      we’ve written each other for two years.       airmail envelops stamped Viet Nam      I built the box from scrap wood I found in the basement        dad followed me around, watching      he said the box wasn’t square       I didn’t answer him, just kept building      I lined it with black velvet     a special place for my keepsakes   the outside is painted green       glued along the top edge, ornate gold trim     a safe place to keep my treasures     it'll sit in the closet of my new apartment, once I find one.


Monday, April 24, 2017

The Hooting Stops Day 24 NaPoWriMo Eckphrastic over Medieval Marginalia

In the bleakest center of the woods, an owl hoots.
Two grackles fly in its face, pecking at its eyes.

The eye of Horus is a common burial symbol  
represented by lapis and the color green. 

The owl is a omen predicting death, It can rotate
its head 270 degrees.=A human neck flexes from 40 to 60 degrees.

In the night I listen for the barn owl’s hoot. I can barely
hear its call. The cat and owl have similar hearing, up to 7kHz.

One night in the middle of another, the owl leaves
the forest. The grackle may or may not follow.  






Sunday, April 23, 2017

Double Elevenie: NaPoWriMo, Day 23

Trickery
Crafty duplicity
Magician's theater performance
Birds manifesting from scarves
Flabbergasted

Truthfulness
Honest interaction
My trusted perceptions
Spotted the holding wires
Oriented




Saturday, April 22, 2017

Instructions For Desert Dwellers Day 22 NaPoWriMo

When you consume, don’t be too greedy
as our water is vanishing. So there’s enough,
let your lawns die, your golf courses turn brown,
and forget lavish floral displays. Red stone
is nice, so little upkeep with just a few large
white rocks and a cacti or two.  

When you consume, don’t be too greedy
as the water is vanishing. To last beyond
this century, take short showers, use car
washes, exchange the old-fashioned washer
for a low-water front-loader. And keep
avarice at bay. It’s a built structure that
will never support the whole.

When you consume, don’t be too greedy
as the water is vanishing. Remember the
shared bath, saved mop water to refresh
house plants, and the refreshing shade of a favorite
fishing hole. Don’t join the  hands-off attitude
of the elite. It’s important to acknowledge
that death is a deal-breaker.



Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Before You Were NaPoWriMo Day 19 Creation Myth


There was light, that’s it, simple!
And the light said be anything you want
so I started out with you. I’m pretty good
creating, though I’ve heard rumor that the
avocado’s pit is too big. Anyway, just think light,
letting it fill you, letting it rework the beginning
of each new day. That new beginning is a blast.
Well, some say so anyway. Me, I just knit
cells together and voila, you know the rest of
the story. Perhaps a little Dr. Frankenstein-ish.
Here is all you need to know: light, then you,
repeat.Think,then create. And be careful.