12 Degrees & Skiving

what began as year-long challenge has become perpetual until further notice

exhale, hours

A mix-and-mash poem experiment, interchanging each line from the first and second stanza to create a third. This form has a name – it’s a similar form to others I’ve … Continue reading

June 20, 2014 · 2 Comments

NaPoWriMo • 4 April • Un Salto Nel Buio / A Leap in the Dark

(Oggi, la poesia e stata in italiano prima e poi (più giù) in inglese/ Today’s poem is in Italian first, followed by the English version)   After reading Che Fece … Il Gran … Continue reading

April 4, 2014 · 2 Comments

The Sybil of Cumae

All of this: faded night joists pouting gouts of cyan greet Sol as he ignites dawn, magnified through my glass. A gunmetal sky silver sidelong slip of birdwing in and … Continue reading

October 8, 2013 · Leave a comment

Muse Montage

A muse is as common as elms in my poetry – there’s always one that crops up somewhere. 3:33 dear muse thank you for your outpouring at 3:33am and the … Continue reading

August 27, 2013 · Leave a comment

April 29 – 3:33

3:33 dear muse thank you for your outpouring at 3:33am and the generous gift of the sieve with the fist-sized holes

April 29, 2013 · Leave a comment

April 25 Hold

Hold – from notes written in deepest, darkest february i will hold clasp scramble clutch skin of my teeth root of my spine knock the caps off my knees walk … Continue reading

April 26, 2013 · Leave a comment

• Week 48 • ZaniLa Rhyme •

Between sleep and i i’ve curled tight inside my lethargy warmed by half-expectation behind colder bells, the wind how tells tall, bright tales. The conflagration of red umbrellas arrows through … Continue reading

December 26, 2012 · Leave a comment

• Week 47 • Tanka •

Cinderella in bed with last night’s makeup, her perfume and him she is the glass pearl that grew the oyster by dawn by daylight the lustre gone ~ Padre your … Continue reading

December 21, 2012 · 1 Comment

• Week 40 • Italian Octave •

The Muse The muse has been salted for colder days no space in tight corridors to cellar her rhymes or image flasburns; the teller of tales nailed fast. Metaphor strays … Continue reading

October 16, 2012 · Leave a comment

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