I Suck at Poetry Month (is it May yet?)

There have been times in my life where the muses drop inspiration bombs so frequently I have to stop my day to take dictation. Where everything flows effortlessly and all I do is download and transcribe. Then there are times like the past few weeks, where all is sludge and my brain boots are stuck. Where I crawl to the page and whinge like I’m doing math homework. (did I pile on enough metaphors for you?) What I usually tell my students is to WRITE ANYWAY because you never know what’s going to happen if you do. Write when you don’t feel like it, when the good times are gone. So, I’m taking my own advice. Today, I come kicking and screaming to the keyboard. My solace? That I know I’m not the only writer who experiences this. My writer...

4 of 8 of 30 – Catching Up on April’s Poetry Challenge

It’s been so windy in Vancouver lately that the birds have been having trouble flying. grounded the crow birds are walking today on nubbly feet knowing nothing of the intelligence of water only how it splashes on their weathered feathers interrupting their commute the crows wander the graveyard this is not a metaphor I live by a graveyard and birds often stop to consider the stones under the wolf-shaped tree they walk and click thoughts letting the less solemn swallows audition the air tossed and dizzy in the april wind what to do when you’re a grounded bird and the sky is slouching its good-night can crows sigh at the moon-rise constellate against the odds do they know the meaning of tempting fate? April 8, 2010 ~  ~ ~ And for the second poem today . . . ...