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[april-is]

April 8, 2023: Neither Time Nor Grief is a Flat Circle, Christina Olson

Neither Time Nor Grief is a Flat Circle Christina Olson

The camellias are blooming in the rain, red and pink, real-life Valentine’s Day decorations. Their petals are not confetti or streamers, their petals are decaying organic matter that will fall and rot and feed the ground. And whoever said that grief was a flat circle was wrong, too; our friend Andy is dead now, and my grief is not flat. My grief is a sharp, hot thing that pokes me in the spine whenever I am crabbily unloading our dishwasher or I spend another Saturday sleepwalking the internet. Your one precious life, says my grief. Huh. I tell my grief to get lost but it stays here with me, wedges itself between my hip and the arm of the couch, like a dog that wants to be close but doesn’t really understand physics. Like it is a dog, I push my grief away and then I feel bad and invite it back, pat the cushion next to me, smell its wet breath. It’s oppressive, this grief, yet without it I feel terribly alone, wandering through the pandemic. The virus didn’t kill Andy—his heart quit. He went into a coma and he died. One day he was alive and now he’s not. The camellias are wet in the rain, no one told them about Andy. One day I’ll have more dead friends than living ones and people will think I’m lucky because that means I’ll have lived a long time. And that I had friends. I thought that writing this poem might help, but it didn’t. And so I tip this poem into an envelope and I mail it to you, reader. It’s yours now: the grief, the dog, the shuddering flowers. When you are lonely, this poem falls out of the book you’re not reading. You’re crying now, or maybe it’s just the rain.

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(Did you catch the Mary Oliver allusion?)

Other poems on COVID and on grief.

Today in: 

2022: Pippi Longstocking, Sandra Simonds 2021: Waking After the Surgery, Leila Chatti 2020: Gutbucket, Kevin Young 2019: Insomnia, Linda Pastan 2018: How Many Nights, Galway Kinnell 2017: The Little Book of Hand Shadows, Deborah Digges 2016: Now I Pray, Kathy Engel 2015: Why I’m Here, Jacqueline Berger 2014: Snow, Aldo, Kate DiCamillo 2013: from The Escape, Philip Levine 2012: Thirst, Mary Oliver 2011: Getting Away with It, Jack Gilbert 2010: *turning, Annie Guthrie 2009: I Don’t Fear Death, Sandra Beasley 2008: The Dover Bitch, Anthony Hecht 2007: Death Comes To Me Again, A Girl, Dorianne Laux 2006: Up Jumped Spring, Al Young 2005: Old Women in Eliot Poems, David Wright

#poem #poetry #the art of losing #napomo #national poetry month #christina olson

[momoetry-blog]

O is for Obsessed

O is for obsessed I think I might have been from the start You were cute, you were hilarious, You wiggled right into my heart O is for obsessed  The problem was you were shy, I wasn’t sure you liked me, But I was sure I had to make you mine O is for obsessed  I asked you on a date The rest, as they say, is history As I’m currently laying next to my soulmate.  -Nicole Smith,…

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[cir-papi-di4bl0]

Queering The Lines

What are these things we call lines? These wretched things that sinisterly make their way between us These things that claim to define, but mainly live to box us in, Checking for progress Then narrowing down the fields meant for playing. Why do we draw them? Call them into our bubbles Then cry when bubbles pop? Where even do they stop? What the fuck do they do aside from blur or sharpen? Reminding us of those defiant enough to cross them, Or us... Our boundaries and declarations carved in trees... Or etched from window dust... Or formed , It's not right that the majority are straight. Or feathery, light, or white, or broken. Paper thin, Paper thin, As if manifested from air. I love mine thick and punchy Sometimes lingering overnight... and very curvy Like wrapping tightly around corners and buildings Like a concert, the box office, or the county. It's scary to think they patrol pelvic crevices without care... They even snatch back our temple and baby hair.

Just where do these things come from? From fatigue? From finishing? From determination? From the obtuse or acute? From A, all the way across the C to B? I mean, please... What actually ARE these? I ask because they're waiting Quite literally... And they're on every list Bent and grossly misshapen. I can't escape this. They parallel, follow, and trace while fishing… Invasively towing me… reeling me back in… Their inky, sometimes wispy, and wiry grasp. Clasping at bare arms, elbows, knees and, hands, Eyelids especially, and exposed ankles with tans. Their tendrils, ever visible on every clock. They even dictate the patterns and weave of My socks!

Like seriously... Who gave them this authority?! To crawl down throats, giving food and oxygen to breathe Or telling me how to get to G'ma's house, And just how do they know her, anyway?! All this up and down business has me ready to throw it and life Down the pipes! You know what, lines...? Whether leading the fray or stray To all of this, I pickup My jaw Ley down and say... Well played. Fine even... Divinely done. Even the best laid plans Started and ended with you. Every single, or last 1.

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[juno-writes]

Bibliomancy (Frankenstein) Poetry

Personally don't like calling it a "bibliomancy" poem so I call it a Frankenstein poem (which is more fitting anyway). Basically what we did was pick out random books of our liking from the library and turn them into poems by doing like randomizers to tell the line and paragraph and page and stuff. I made a couple because they're really really fun to make. Here they are!:

1 (Vampire Smell)

In spite of the thick snow now covering every landmark,

The vampire holds the stake in the air.

“What about people?”

“What's that smell?”

That stupid guidance counselor isn’t gonna shut up about it,

I’m enough like her to understand.

(books used: FLCL, Go For It Nakamura, Howl’s Moving Castle, Toilet Bound Hanako-kun 4, Wayward Son, The Ickabog)

2 (Conversation)

“I’d be halfway to Porthaven in two strides!” she said as she emptied the pan of eggs.

“I don’t know, better ask Neil”

The dog-man sat down on Michael’s feet, staring tragically.

“Since he's an evil demon” one of the boys said, “he’ll lose his life”

Her eyes were on that white light,

The blackened name when we first set up the castle.

(Book used: Howl’s Moving Castle)

3 (Experiments)

“Good for you!

N.O. utilizes the right and left brain thought processes”

Like it’ll do him any good.

He quietly left the museum.

(Toilet Bound Hanako-kun 4 and FLCL)

#silly #original writing #fun #experimental #conversation #vampire #vampire writing #original poety #poetry #words words words #napomo

[mariothepoet]

breaking

she treats me like a pet monkeygives enough of her palm to devour the Mazuri & the back of her hand when I won’t be obedientthere is nothing like alone crumbled flakes of miserable aches the grinding of teeth into rumbledouble dutch with livewireshurting me is a carnival gamemy feelings are mine to protect but she knows how to play me like a celloopening my heart like a shoe box taking everything…

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[lilruler]

April: National Poetry Month

This year, I want to celebrate not just poetry but also the things poetry celebrates: creativity, beauty, words, honesty, exposure, vulnerability, and expression.

I've challenged myself to write and read at least one poem a day this month, but I'm also challenging myself to do other things: read more fiction, start writing fiction again, dance, draw, learn piano like I've been meaning to forever, and journal more. I'm so excited to launch on this journey into my own self-expression and creativity this month. It's exactly what I need in this season of my life.

So, Day 1:

- Wrote 2 poems

- Wrote 3k+ Outline of new story idea

- Journaled 3 pages

- Read from a collection of Emily Dickinson poetry

- Read a couple of chapters of The Poison Season by Mara Rutherford

- Listened to a mood playlist of Imagine Dragons songs that perfectly fit the vibes of the outline I wrote (especially "Demons," "Natural," "Smoke and Mirrors," "Believer," and "Dancing in the Dark")

#NaPoMo #writing #poetry #national poetry month #emily dickinson #reading #currently reading #imagine dragons #music #writeblr #Spotify

[barbaragenova]

I still remember the humour and grace of a curator who turned it down and added "boy howdy is this dark". Glad it found a permanent home on FERAL. It’s called Prosperity Gospel, it’s about - 

#prosperity gospel #FERAL #feral poetry #lit #poetry #napomo

[shesanargonaut]

In the Foothills

One day, I will tell my grandchildren

about my time here

about the two weeks spent in prayer

watching the clouds cascading over the mountains

about the coyotes and the deer

the water that poured over our hands and faces

tasting of metal and medicine

the laughter we shared into the night

I will tell them about how

we didn’t truly sleep

woken by cop light and nerves

woken from dreams by visions of mortality

woken by a wind that swept around us

like a current

turbulent and cold

I will tell them about the brilliant sunlight that

would wake us each day and about

the morning near the end

when I watched the sunrise

felt eyes on the back of my neck

turned and saw an owl

perched on a tree

how I stared into its eyes

and did not fear death

understanding that if

I should die here

it would be okay

because

I love the land so much

that I would die

a thousand deaths

to protect her

#poetry #spilled ink #NaPoMo #National Poetry Month #poetryriot

[weirdspiritpod]

Establishing Honesty with a God Can Really Knock You on Your Ass

I asked him why the gods expressed

their flowering through rape myths

He looked at me with one dark

eye and said, “I don’t know

how you want me

to answer this question.”

#polytheism #polytheist #paganblr #paganlife #pagan #pagan community #poems and poetry #poem #poetry community #poetry #creative writing #writing community #napomo #napowrimo

[insanepoetics]

— Basil, time (non linear) from escapril prompts day six

#writer #escapril 2022 #escapril #poetryblr #poetry month #national poetry month #napomo #aesthetics #poetry #words #writing #poet #books and literature #mywords

[survivingthemic]

Kicking off NATIONAL POETRY MONTH & SEXUAL ASSAULT AWARENESS MONTH strong! #StayInAndWrite with us! 3-5pm CDT I'll be facilitating a trauma-informed writing workshop for survivors! The workshop will be in English but all welcome from all time zones! Zoom link in @survivingthemic Instagram bio 💯 Surviving the Mic: Virtually Together is a twice monthly online space dedicated to the perspectives, experiences and artistic expressions of survivors of sexual harm. FIRST & THIRD Thursdays from 3-5pm CST It can be difficult to feel as we have permission to discuss the impact of sexual violence or to even know what resources are still available to survivors during the COVID-19 pandemic, physical distancing that's become necessary in order to protect all of us, and uprisings against violence towards Black people. However, survivors know that the impact of sexual harm knows no limits and may be more deeply felt as people practice physical distancing. Therapeutic practices and other self-care practices may have been disrupted or have become inaccessible. Follow on IG @survivingthemic and @themojdeh (facilitator) and our friends-in-the fight @socialpracticelabs (mutual aid project) #SurvivingSocialDistance #SurvivingTheMic #TraumaInformed #WritingWorkshop #PoetryWorkshop #SpeakTruth #DomesticViolence #SexualViolence #GenderBasedViolence #SAAM #sexualassault #sexualassaultawarenessmonth #napomo #nationalpoetrymonth #mojdehstoakley #sextrafficking #mmiw #SurvivorsStories #blackpoetsspeakout #blm #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #writersofinstagram #childhoodsexualabuse #childhoodabuse #writingtogether #quaruntine #writingchallenge #womenwriters https://www.instagram.com/p/CNHyQ0QhVCn/?igshid=w5v6u7274f4g

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[april-is]

April 24, 2023: Lit, Andrea Cohen

Lit Andrea Cohen

Everyone can’t be a lamplighter.

Someone must be the lamp,

and someone must, in bereaved

rooms sit, unfathoming what

it is to be lit.

--

Today in: 

2022: Meditations in an Emergency, Cameron Awkward-Rich 2021: How the Trees on Summer Nights Turn into a Dark River, Barbara Crooker 2020: Ash, Tracy K. Smith 2019: Under Stars, Dorianne Laux 2018: Afterlife, Natalie Eilbert 2017: There Are Birds Here, Jamaal May 2016: Poetry, Richard Kenney 2015: Dreaming at the Ballet, Jack Gilbert 2014: Vocation, Sandra Beasley 2013: Near the Race Track, Brigit Pegeen Kelly 2012: from Ask Him, Raymond Carver 2011: Sweet Star Chisel, Dearest Flaming Crumbs in Your Beard Lord, John Rybicki 2010: Rain Travel, W.S. Merwin 2009: Goodnight, Li-Young Lee 2008: Bearhug, Michael Ondaatje 2007: Meditation at Lagunitas, Robert Hass 2006: Autumn, Rainer Maria Rilke 2005: On Turning Ten, Billy Collins

#poetry #poem #poems #national poetry month #napomo #andrea cohen #aw man shoulda sent this one on the 20th #wink wink nudge nudge

[momoetry-blog]

N is for Naricissist

N is for narcissist  You should win an award for being the best Making others feel insignificant  Causing unimaginable emotional distress N is for narcissist  You could do no wrong Everything was her fault  You made her feel weak, pretending to be strong N is for narcissist  I hear you mellowed as you aged I give 0 fucks about your redemption arc Every thought of you still fills me…

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[nimeve]

Lets see how many poems I end up writing this month

#napomo #napowrimo #its that time again

[tauruswolftrail]

April Poetry Month

Poem #1

#writing #napomo #poem #seven brides for seven brothers #conor oberst

[mariothepoet]

finding the path

along a slim road the signsare hard to decipher from a distancethere is a path to something betterbut the steering wheel plays like a slide pianoyou swerve, veer toward the shoulder,in a consistent course correction how to do the right thingat the right time to remain safe there are detours and construction zonesstop signs and the railroad crossinglooms heavy with dangerif you are ever stopped…

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