It’s not like I remember it, this planet. The blues and greens that painted me as a child have been replaced with browns and grays, the color of dry bones. Crouched here among these windowed walls, roofless with decay, I long for my youth. What winter could devastate me then, having known only a few silent snows, spectral with belonging?
To focus on the positives of 2020, I have compiled a list of poems to exemplify my writing successes this year.
Jamie wasn’t like other guys. Other people, really. He was happy. And I mean, always happy. No one’s always happy.
People say "necessity is the mother of invention," but did I need to create a new poetic form?Maybe. In any case, I'd like to share with you a form I came up with called the "Jubilee."
I was five when that song came out, / and too young to realize how / important it was.
In light of the recent pandemic, I think it would be remiss of me to not write a poem about the coronavirus. Or in this case, a parody of the Kinks', "My Sharona" (which, apparently, "was going too far" for Weird Al, according to the New York Post. However, many others have taken up the… Continue reading “Why, Corona?” A parody
I've been helping teach an after-school poetry class for teens, and one of the assignments was a "found" poem (more of a cento) composed of song lyrics from artists each student chose. Students were also tasked with choosing from a long list of provided themes to focus their writing, and to come up with a picture (drawn or nabbed from the internet) to accompany their poems.
MAURA SANDERS was lying in a hospital bed waiting to die. At 24, she couldn't imagine a more terrible fate, but if she was honest with herself, she couldn't really imagine a better one either.
Limericks, as you likely know, are generally humorous, and the subject here is not. While this structure may seem like an odd choice for this poem, I think the rhythm and rhyme of it add to the tale, and perhaps the chaos of the main character's situation.