I'm writing poems again, and to keep that going I've joined Molly Fisk's Poem-a-Day project, with Millicent Accardi as promptress. If you're interested in participating, shoot an email to (email@example.com) for more info. It's happening again in April with Lisa Cihlar as the promptress.
Here are my first three:
heat and today is a tease for what comes
with spring around here
"The Girls of Winter" by Jim Harrison
nothing is as it was
from party-lines & letters
to cell phones & email
even the climate changes
in this brief life, entire
species vanishing, vanished
still we rise up each morning
feed the sparrows, walk
the dog, treasure what-
ever is left to us
There are trees and they are on fire.
Zachary Schomburg, "The Fire Cycle"
There are trees and they are naked. They sketch
a black calligraphy across this flat grey sky. The full moon hides
in banks of clouds. Even the snow is dull, like silver darkened
by too-intimate contact with steel, a tarnish that can’t be polished
away. This cold. The taste of metal.
“If I could master the nine doors of my body”
Marilyn Chin “Beautiful Boyfriend”
1. behind the eyes, a maze
2. the scent of lilacs
3. the tongue, encased in ice
4. thorns wild roses
5. where I used to live
6. a mathematical immersion
7. closed [bolted]
8. the sea encroaches
9. a hummingbird nest