Monthly Archives: April 2015

Better Idea (Day 30)

I’m tired too tired to fight with you, too tired to make up, too tired to even listen because I’m too tired to control my emotions, but I’m too tired to walk away you gotta breathe breathe out your worries … Continue reading

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14 Years In, a Realization (Day 29)

until I watched it burn, until I saw police in riot gear and looters in the mall parking lot, until I felt the fear of loss and the anger of oppression, until the sun rose and so did the city’s … Continue reading

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Promise (Day 28)

   I’ll hold  the dustpan;  you can sweep the  jagged pieces of last night  away, betting on goodwill  and decency,  hoping we won’t be proven  foolish again, that  this time  we will wipe away more than blood  and tears,  positive … Continue reading

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Baltimore (Day 27)

   When the smoke clears and we stand in the ashes  asking ourselves What now? I hope there are answers real ones ways to build a great city on the grave of this broken one this is an opportunity if … Continue reading

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Mrs. H (Day 26)

(Today’s prompt at the National Poetry Writing Month website is to write a poem from the persona of another person.) He tricked me–lured me with flowers and sweet words and promises of a future spent cuddling on the sofa in front of … Continue reading

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A Clerihew about Kanye (Day 25)

(It’s late, and today’s suggested prompt is short.  It’s a Clerihew, a biographical quatrain.  I’ll go longer tomorrow, I promise.) Kanye Omari West is certain he knows who is best. The Grammys should probably check with him before honoring Beck.

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Cornered (Day 24)

(Day 24 of National Poetry Writing Month.)    It’s the eyes, I think— the feeling that they can see into you, the intensity in their pupils— you feel a little afraid of eyes like that but also drawn in because the person talking appears to really believe … Continue reading

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