#napowrimo 2020

[marchthirtyonepoetry]

Circa 2020

#napowrimo #poetsandwriters #Spotify

[peaamlipoetrydoctor]

FUN FACTS ABOUT LOCKDOWN

Responding to the NaPoWriMo 2023 Early Bird "fun fact" prompt...

It’s a fun fact that by the time Boris Johnson announced First Lockdown in the UK from 23rd March 2020, I hadn’t been to the office since Thursday because I’d had a bit of a cold. Or it might have been a hangover – I wasn’t sufficiently worried about sniffles, yet, to cancel Wednesday night’s wine-binge-date with a former colleague.

It’s a fun fact that having got over my searing terror of the stalking presence of death, it seemed jolly getting to know my neighbourhood of twenty years for the first time.

It’s a fun fact that, three years later, I get a clench of cold metal in my stomach at the thought of looking back at the sun-drenched photos I took of London looking clean and filmset-beautiful and tidy and that I discovered this from seeing someone else’s Twitter feed, filled with gorgeous on-this-day images from Early Lockdown Oxford.

It’s a fun fact that human beings can comfortably hold several contradictory thoughts in their minds at the same time, sometimes for days, sometimes for lifetimes.

#napowrimo #poetry prompt #prose poem #writing prompt

[thesakuraink-lyrics]

Ayaskala x NaPoWriMo 2020

Day 30

[mysticsparklewings]

Inktober 2022 Day 14: Empty ⬜️

Though I’m short on time tonight, I feel have somewhat redeemed myself with this Inktober piece by revisiting the “Hay(na)Ku,” a poetry form first introduced to me by NaPoWriMo 2020. ✨

Back then, I had to use 2 ‘(na)Kus to get the imagery I wanted, but this time I’ve made it out with a singular one! 😄

More about the art & my process here: https://www.deviantart.com/mysticsparklewings/art/Inktober-2022-Day-14-Empty-933106065

#inktober2022 #inktober #writetober #alcohol inks #yupo paper #magnetic poetry #word magnets #fridgepoetproject #fridgepoetry #visual poetry #magneticpoetrycabinet #magpocab #freeverse #poet #poetrybyme #poetryart #empty #empties #haynaku #hay(na)ku #sixwordstory #xxmysticwingsxx #mysticsparklewings

[wordsitellmyselfatnight]

Walking Queens in the Night   I’ve been inside you.                                      I felt you inside me. Maybe you choose me tonight,                        maybe together we can never sleep, inching into a profile spotlight. But I don’t belong,                          and I can’t stay long, always at arm’s length apart.   Spattering the sky,          dates on tombstones,                             a graveyard of our memories. I can barely make out: last Tuesday,                      2020,      21-years-old and trying something new –         twenty-three-year-old and trying someone new –   Curtains close,                                    blackout.   I feel the West pull,                                  the covers are warm and cozy. While I lie awake, I’ll keep igniting my light,     finding my happy – Crossfade,                      and you can find me in the dark again.   28/30 #NaPoWriMo #wordsitellmyselfatnight #queens Thinking about the next move: forward or back? (at Hunters Point, NY) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc9PbPsuvKC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#napowrimo #wordsitellmyselfatnight #queens

[mbfrezon]

https://quiltr.com/?p=23179

Day 28 NaPoWriMo 2022

I went to see a talk that was supposed to happen in April 2020. Then it was rescheduled to September 2020 and then April 2021 and then… Well and here we all were at Proctors in Schenectady and out came […]

#cats #dothework #fountainpen #gaiman #GloPoWriMo #haiku #NaPoWriMo #poetry #process #proctors

[creatingnikki]

People come and go as they please. That’s a fact. And that’s why we have doors - so we have a say in who we let in. We should have mental and emotional doors too. Because when something is a fact, and when it plays out, you can’t blame it on people. You can only blame yourself for being ignorant. But my life...I have never had a door. It’s one of those door-less offices that are cool and inclusive and non-hierarchical. Because I don’t judge and I don't think I’m better than anyone and I always try to make people feel good about themselves and encourage them. I let everyone in my home and my heart. And you know, some people are kind. They leave their shoes out in the corner and bring me plants and scented candles. Some others always bring takeout and wine and we have magical nights. Some help me fix things around like that lop-sided stool and that chipped wall. They help me without demanding acknowledgement but there’s gratitude anyway. They also have their home and their goals so they go on their way eventually. I like those people, and they know they can come and go as they like. Then there are those who bring in their muddy shoes and keep their feet on the coffee table and leave the wrappers of chocolate right where they ate them. But you know what? I’m okay with them. I’ve dealt with a lot of lazy, clumsy and selfish people in my life. They aren’t even the worst. I’ll tell you the ones that are. They are those people who come in and tell you how to live your life and run your home. They change your kitchen arrangements and paint your pastel blue walls black and kill all your plants and burn all the books. And for the longest time you don’t even see what’s happening. How they are overpowering your thoughts and beliefs, how they are being manipulative in their dealings. And when one of those lovely people from earlier come along inside with freshly baked bread happy to see you after so long, they are horrified to see what’s become of your lovely home - what’s become of your lovely disposition. They try to put some sense into you and you know they are right. When you gather the courage to ask the unwelcome guest to leave they tell you that you’re nothing without them and that your home is better since they came in and fixed it. That night you sleep not sure if they will try to murder you in your sleep. But they do worse - they drug you and leave you in some stranded place and you just can’t find your way back home, you can’t find your heart or your soul. You walk around shoe-less and aimless and thoughtless and numb. Thank god for those lovely people who help homeless people. Because if it wasn’t for them, you’d probably fall into a ditch and just stay there until death came for you. Can I let you in on a secret though? No matter how grateful you are to them, you have to leave their home at some point. You don’t owe your newfound heart or hope or life. Just remember that as you build your next home, you build a big, sturdy door with a peephole and a few locks. Don’t stay shut inside forever, no. But please always see, wait and evaluate before you decide to open and let another person enter. Have a password maybe - whats the question? I don't know but if their intentions are earnest and their heart is sincere, they will know it even if you don't.

I’m in the process of building that door. It’s wooden and will be covered in vines and flowers. But it won’t have a doormat. // 21st April, 2020 @creatingnikki

#napowrimo day 21 #note to self #twc poetry #inkstay #writerscreed #poetryportal #poeticstories #spilled ink #napowrimo #napowrimo 2020 #poetry month #april 2020 #home #letting people in #trusting #love qoute #trust quotes #life quotes #note to everyone #toxic people #manipulative #healing #trying to cope #trying to survive #trying to be okay #creatingnikki

[ragewrites]

I don't usually participate in NaPoWriMo, seeing how 1) I'm not American and 2) I write daily to begin with, but I thought it'd be fun to contribute in some way, even if only as a sideline voice of encouragement :] if you choose to fill any of them, please use #merulia within the first five tags ! I'll be enthusiastically reblogging my favorites to @syringavulgaris.

#napowrimo #napowrimo 2020 #napowrimo20 #poetry prompts #writing prompts #there's like a bajilion prompt lists floating around anyway but. shruggy

[mothpoems]

4.23.20

#spilled ink #poets on tumblr #napowrimo 2020 #napowrimo #inkstains #teacup13 #inkflows network #the distance between experience and its representation #how improbable that ascension is not possible #c: only a mistake if we don't survive #jesus. jesus christ that tag in this context #anyways i am on mobile so this may not post correctly #but.

[schuylerpeck]

(2/30)

schuyler peck / insta: hiitssky

#napowrimo 2020 #napowrimo #national poetry month #art #poetry art #creative writing #spilled ink #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #poetry #poems #quotes #recovery #heartbreak #love #self love #self care #depression #spprompts

[disheveledfemme]

4/2

Three Hundred-Eighty

sunsets of uncertainty;

Dark until today,

light peaks on the horizon

while hope peeks into my heart.

#poetry #spilled ink #napowrimo #tanka #i'm not 100% on it but it's what i've got #took a prompt from somewhere else #it was to write about the future #napowrimo 2020 #disheveledfemme writing #2/30

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

No man is an island; one star among many is what makes a constellation glow.

fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series

pairing: Kirk x Spock

prompt: panacea (a solution or remedy for all difficulties or diseases)

No man is an island; one star among many is what makes a constellation glow.

I don’t know what to do on days like this.

Kirk is sprawled on their bed, staring at the ceiling, at nothing. I wish I could save them all. His voice is small, brittle. It’s a voice rarely heard outside these rooms. He even looks smaller, diminished somehow.

Spock breathes deep before answering. I know you do, ashayam.

Why do I have to be so– he pounds his fist on the bed, unable to put voice to his frustrations. Every single time, Spock. Every– Spock puts a hand on his arm and the anger slips away, but the questions remain. Why?

Spock is all seriousness. Because you desperately want to believe in the myth of the panacea, the magical solution, the universal remedy. And you want to be the one to deliver it, because you are a good man who cannot stand to see another being suffer. It is one of your best qualities, the drive to protect the entire universe.

I don’t– Kirk tries to protest, but Spock puts up a hand to stop him.

When people are sick, you cannot always make it better. When there is a war, you cannot always stop it. When a planet is dying, you cannot always save the inhabitants.

With every pronouncement Kirk shrinks into himself a little more. He closes his eyes.

In a quiet voice, Spock says, Look at me, ashayam.

In Spock’s eyes, in his touch, Kirk finds all the reassurance he needs. The words, they’re just extra

Every day you make the universe better, Jim. Brighter. You are full of hope, you yearn for adventure and knowledge and truth. You change the lives of everyone you meet; I see it in the crew, and most especially in me. With you I am more than who I was alone.

Spock…

I know, ashayam, Spock says, laying next to Kirk and pulling him close. Just sleep. We can work on changing the universe again tomorrow.

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NaPoWriMo Day 14 || for @wanderingcas

#lirael writes #napowrimo 2020 #spirk fic #spirk poetry #star trek tos #angst and feels #emotional hurt/comfort #sleepy cuddles #*happy sigh* #writing this just made me really happy okay???

[peaamlipoetrydoctor]

Stepping through my post-doc archive: March 2022

I'm having trouble with my timeline for March...

I mean, I can see from the screen-grab that I started by flagging that I'd be taking part in NaPoWriMo 2022 and that I ended the month by posting the first actual contribution to that writing month, the early-bird challenge posted (for the international contingent, mostly), on 31st March.

I can also see that I posted the final-confirmed versions of the poetry pamphlets which were all signed off for printing (and conversion to e-book) during the course of the month, even though they will - officially speaking - be released drip-drip-drip from July 2022 to July 2023. That was on the advice of a couple of already published writers and IMO the single BEST piece of advice I've had, from a process during the course of which I have received MUCH good advice.

My instinct was just to shove 'em all out into the world - but that would then immediately create the feeling that I should be working on the Next Thing. And since the mechanism I want to use for Doing The Next Thing is ~ complete the MFA and hope that by the end of it, I will have a pretty well developed Thing to focus on finishing... well, I'm very pleased that these little books will just keep delivering themselves onto the (largely notional) bookshelves for the entire first year of that two year degree programme. The sense of having some time bought for me in this respect is frankly marvellous!

So, what's the issue? The issue is - time foreshortening (hmmm that sounds like something a regular Time Traveller might suffer from - make a note, Robin! Yes, m'm). March 2022 feels like it happened ages ago... March 2020 feels like it happened recently... March 2021 doesn't really feel like it happened at all...

I suppose this at least gives an excuse to share a couple of very-of-their-time photos from March 2020 (or relatively shortly thereafter...)

This next one I have no memory of taking. It's sort of "proof of concept" for the instinct I had at the time - the desire to see everything as newly unfamiliar and to take photos everywhere. A sense that once the signage was removed, it would be hard to believe it had ever been there. And there is definitely a sort of fever-dream feeling to the images of that time, as I flick back through them...

This was my 100% favourite covid-era sign - how dad-joke-loving-nerdish of me. Yes, guilty. I still feel an irrational affection for the blank window that of course no longer contains this sign (and I think also no longer contains the "we work" style Happiness sticker, which had been put there by the building's tenant - like, unironically, as part of their original decor).

[thesakuraink-lyrics]

Ayaskala x NaPoWriMo 2020

Day 29

[semicolonsoliloquy]

Took the remains of Eve’s apple and made a scrumptious little fritter.

Took the body of Christ and made french toast.

See how love can transform things? Let me feed you.

I want you to eat well.

Took the pomegranate from Persephone

and made a curd. Eggs, sugar, butter,

it’s very easy. I’ll show you sometime.

It’s amazing how red it is,

how little I think of blood,

these days.

See how love can transform things?

Come to my kitchen and we’ll make scones.

#poets on tumblr #spilled ink #original writing #napowrimo #napowrimo 2020 #day 10 #religion cw #christianity cw #I am not religious and especially not christian so sorry if this offends

[pendurancepals]

Recycled Prompts:

(From approximately a year ago) ~Allison

Grass Cuttings

You mow the lawn wrong

You need to go forward over a row

And then backwards over what you just mowed

Don’t you know?

Double the arbitrary work for the same payoff

Plus my approval

Her Husband

She can’t imagine being married to him

Can’t imagine being married in general but

To him?

No

Taking him home to meet the parents

For a basic dinner of not-pizza

Taking him to family Christmas

(But he’d be family)

Can’t imagine him telling stupid jokes to her cousin’s kids

Chasing after her cousins’ dogs

No

She can’t imagine marrying him

Standing up in front of the same cousins and cousin’s kids

Aunts, uncles, and all of his

To unabashedly declare emotion

Or can’t imagine sneaking off to a courthouse

Covertly signing papers

Stealing kisses

No

She can imagine

Can imagine sitting on the couch her back to his chest

While a movie plays on the screen

(But is that just a craving for closeness?)

Can imagine laying in bed with her legs crossing his

Talking

Just talking

#aspiring writers #poetry #poem #writing #writing prompts #by allison #spilled ink #her husband #husband #grass cuttings #lawn #from the archives #NaPoWriMo 2020 #NaPoWriMo