For National Poetry Month, I've been writing a poem a day. I just discovered Maureen Thorson's public call for poets to participate in National Poetry Writing Month, and decided to start posting what I write here. I'm still in the process of typing up and back-dating the results thus far, and the rest should be up soon.

in the yard a punning kiss
line of cars repeating back
forming in the wave affair
a bow tie of sorts and seethes
and springs untouched by drop
by drop

(Another word-per-minute attempt:)


now a sentence: stretch artfully
this neck, bottle, cupped pause
wherein a few astonishments are
cradled, held at bay while wetly
we wait, exuding anticipations not
precisely put, rather placed, set
in motion early to carry
songs once fixed in passing
cars over into that between
which holds chance to be
against beams (silence here, stuck
with beams) that aren't but
want to be about, turning
from the shape of a
thought into the things that
come to light: street, cup,
birch, secret, flock, still holding
it in abeyance that it
may abide, that thought suspended
while blue--hare's breath--slips
you crisply into one white
blank, a place at table
where it becomes clear that
these decisions will lead nowhere
but you'll make them anyway,
to keep in practice. Lines
like lids decide.

(This was written at the rate of one word per minute, for as long as I can stand it. It's a very irritating exercise--you can't do much besides watch the stopwatch, and a minute isn't long enough to stop thinking about the word you just wrote and the one to come next).

already five forming, stop. bilge
marmalade molecule begins to lengthen
shades grinding mop to map
threshold spills dissolve squirrel paws
on spite--attractive gluten-wreathed
hand sticks to stage mug
weak minute chips away ache
napping? unllikely ryan departs moong
bulb mulls per broom scrape
glints beep polyphone birdwhistle delivery
glare? extender distractions slow fifty
screws illumine warmup freshets trademark
wristicuffs roy hendrixes assent pause.