So too bad I'm not ambidextrous because my scooping hand is the same as my writing hand and yowza I'm going to need to build up some tougher tendons for 8 hours of continuous scooping. In the meantime, I'll start typing my journal I guess.
Tag: NaPoWriMo
Day #12
Inheritance after Cassandra de Alba Slivers of soap marking years like tree rings fused into a pillar; a collection of clown figurines glowering over the duct-taped couch; glass, marble, and plastic eggs embossed with Florida and Eloise; jars caked in ancient dust, a coffee can rattling baby teeth, yellowed newspapers barking the end of the… Continue reading Day #12
NaPoWriMo Update
So I've been writing a lot, but most pieces I've been working on are intensely personal. I have elected to leave them off of the internet. Something I'm doing differently this NaPo around is reading actual books of poetry to supplement my own writing. Matthew Olzmann's Mezzanines, Kristen Stone's Domestication Handbook, and Natasha Trethewey's everything have really… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Update
Day #3
Funeral for Home Watercolor paper stacked rough as old hands-- heater grates open to a desert. Florence Boulevard smolders in inch-deep volcano ash-- thick merlot carpet petrifies like bone. A ghost kicks dirt in the basement. Long hairs drizzle the bathtub. Hornets lull the dead, fruit drops and worms feast.
Poems By James Baldwin
Happy #NaPoWriMo everyone. I'll be posting some of my dailies here. In the meantime, here are three gems from James Baldwin's NEW poetry collection. "I Don’t Feel Death Coming / I Feel Death Going": 3 Poems By James Baldwin.
#NaPoWriMo
In preparation for the inception of NaPoWriMo--an intense thirty-day poetry binge for those of us paralyzed by fears of audience, topic, detail, and ourselves--we discuss why anyone would put themselves through the torturous process of writing a bad poem draft every single day. The answer? Lots of wine. It's almost April, which means baby animals, Earth… Continue reading #NaPoWriMo
Jesse Rice-Evans 