Thursday, May 14, 2015



Onset: rays of bleach,
trees—their ghosts courting rooftops—
and my melting face.

Tiger-stripe highlights,
earth and asphalt illumined
the stink of summer.

Its yawning azure,
crowned with unseeable teeth—
no such vertigo.

Seafloor, its burden
made wasp and mirage, no light-
er for the transfer.

Exeunt: twilight—
early, with ice on its breath—
leaves, allowed to sing.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

5 Oh, Hi!-ku for The Room

5 Oh, Hi!-ku for The Room

"Oh, hi, Mark!" A phrase
made strange linchpin to a script
like Full House on meth.

Rosé wallpaper,
fur-shawled couch—and underwears
that don't belong to you.

Vodka-sloshed acting…
You're tearing me a—oh, hi,

Orajel and ice;
you too can have lips fit for
Wiseau's scripted gibberish.

There isn't a time
that awkwardly-tossed footballs
can't improve… Oh, hi!

Friday, May 1, 2015

That's All (for NaPo), Folks!

Whew...what a month. I've said it a couple of times, but this really feels like my strongest NaPoWriMo yet. I did a lot of new things, and I also did a lot of old things, but in stronger ways. A clerihew, 8 landay, 25 abecedarian, a riddle...15 of the month's 30 poems were geek-oriented...this has just been a wildly-satisfying month. I'm excited for what the rest of the year holds, and I look forward to reading and writing much more great work.

Also, as promised, the Big Poetry Giveaway has ended and I, with the help of a random number generator, have picked my two winners. Drumroll please...

Allyson Whipple and Laurie Kolp! You two have won a book of poetry! Wahoo and huzzahs all around.

I want to thank everyone for visiting, for reading throughout the month, for entering, commenting, sharing...for spreading the love of poetry and making April the worldwide reading nook that it's become.

Here's to the rest of 2015!

Thursday, April 30, 2015

V Haiku for Final Fantasy - NaPoWriMo 30/30

V Haiku for Final Fantasy

Asymmetry, the
aesthetic of the slums where
good comes dumpster-chic.

Who concussed Yuna
to turn her strength to something
stinking of Mattel?

Airship, canvas fin
carving through cloud, a freedom—
tire, left to its dust.

Protect your honor,
or try—gods' fists of lightning
prevail where you fail.

Fifteen games, fifteen
times reminded that "Final"
means anything but.

* * * * *

Last day of NaPoWriMo 2015. I'm sad to see it go, but at the same time, I'm glad to too. The past few days have been a real stretch for me. I've been scraping ruts into the bottom of the barrel, and I will be relieved to not have to get up tomorrow and complete a poem. Not saying I'm getting myself off the nib-shaped hook...I just will be happy to ease off for a bit. My brain needs a recharge.

Anyway, thank you all for following me this month. I hope you enjoyed at least some of what you read, and I also hope your month went well in the way of writing or whatever it may have held for you.

Here's to the rest of the year, and whatever will come!

See you around.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

5 Haiku for Kratos - NaPoWriMo 23/30

For day 23, another Thursday, I have five more haiku - this time about that Playstation All-Star with a pantheon's worth of blood on his hands: Kratos, from God of War. (Question though: if you've been following these haiku, do you prefer them with or without the numbers? Do you think they detract from the flow?)


5 Haiku for Kratos

The man who quails at
hands extracting their solace
has not lost enough.

Olympus, its flies—
however crowned—are still flies,
and will die as such.

Helios, the glow
known to warm mountains, best a
headlamp bled of light.

Minotaur and god:
so varied in lot, so like
when ripped inside out.

The temple that burns,
the worship shrunk to sorrow—
a great place to start.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

5 Haiku for Sailor Moon - NaPoWriMo 16/30

Another Thursday, another series of fandom-centric haiku.

Today's haiku come from that interplanetary band of middle-schoolers/warriors of justice, the Sailor Scouts!


5 Haiku for Sailor Moon

The Negaverse, ghouls
made stardust and shade by her,
justice in pigtails.

Every tiara,
a death sentence—each compact,
a princess' wrath.

Never seen cats browed
with crescent moons. That doesn't
mean I'm not looking.

When not stuffing boots
down the throats of evil, snacks
make pleasant fallbacks.

Rei's peach-mouthed scowl, proof
even saving the world can't
back-pocket our peeves.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

5 Haiku for Mario - NaPoWriMo 9/30

Two-thirds of the way through the day, I decided Thursdays are going to be haiku days. Last week I did haiku about Dragon Ball, and today I have 5 more haiku, this time about everyone's most loved/despised mustachioed plumber. It's-a him, Mario!

5 Haiku for Mario

It's strange how fast a
blue shell turns a drive into
something from Mad Max.

The fire flower,
victory and shame await
beneath its petals.

Mario told Peach
his dragon-chasing was done…
Yoshi doesn't count.

Mushrooms and 1-ups:
what, if not the kingdom's serfs
freed of their bodies?

Bowser, deciding
to leave his ax by the bridge,
quickly rued the thought.