Day 12! Kinda can’t believe I’m still going! THE RIGHT KIND OF MANIFESTO I bought a can of pineapple at the store like it was a thing I might enjoy and now it stares accusingly at me from the kitchen counter because I do […]
Day 11! FATES We weren’t raised on scythes and needles though we sometimes dreamt of Death in elf-toed shoes, lazing around the city streets, playing dodgeball with dusty happy children. Why do we have so many questions pulsing in us like heartbeats? I am […]
Day 9! This one is a real work in progress. It kept wanting to rhyme, and it’s so sing-songy… I don’t really know what to do with it. Definitely needs more time.
There is a hole in the Great Pyramid of Giza
Like a black cloud blooming in the depths of my heart stone –
remember, remember and call my vizier!
Build me a nap-land to shame other nap-lands
and pour me down slowly with honey and wine.
King Khufu’s Horizon, the south road of Memphis,
shake off my casings, and tumble my walls.
Fill me with breath like a foreign beast panting
and weather my sunsets on the wheel rims of time.
A slinking slow scarab like silver drops leaking
slips through my cracks toward the soft space inside –
beetle, oh beetle, oh – where will you find me?
Hide the hole in your pocket and drag it outside.
Day 8! Inspired by a recent trip to the MFA in Boston and their amazing Takashi Murakami exhibition. Murakami at the MFA In 24 hours, I can paint your dragon red – see? – reflected in the shining, low-reclining Buddha with a thousand wide-mouth […]
Day 7! This is the most I’ve written in awhile and it’s been exciting to get back into writing every day. And challenging. And things are already getting strange. I blame the dictionary that was next to me when I wrote this… Let love […]
Day 6! Almost a week in!
WAKE THE ORACLE
who once sat
stone-dark, immobile
and born today.
Watch my eyes
move closer
like a flounder
like a brain’s white
shyness standing
in the doorway
til the silence is
gone. I should
forget. I must and still –
I do. Don’t I?
A small, smooth
penny floats past
and I slip my soul
inside. Brash
beaten, drag me
toward my glorious
failure, my bed,
my breakfast
at the end of days.
This day, the pinpoint
I revolve on,
twisting
in my sparse field
like desiccated snakes.
What do you want to hear?
Oh tell me! To hear – you’ll see –
is not enough, when
free and low, a trench
creeps closer
and deeper,
knowing the pretense
of our delight.
Belief in me is
only an anchor.
Coming awake,
I can find you –
a moon beached
on my planet’s shore.
If you want it.
Day 5 and things are already getting wacky. This poem was inspired by paging through some Frederik Pohl short stories and a Nietzsche compilation (two books randomly pulled from my bookshelf). LOVE AND WASTE NO MORE TIME says everyone dead, but they never do convince […]
Day 4! Healing for the Splendid Imperative Lord, you are not going — god, lord god, and god of the future — press your space face close to mine, and sing me to my opera house. Bring a bale of hay and a bucket of […]