Prompt: a person
He tows his coffin through the
Streets balanced on a rusty
Radio Flyer
Hewn from cypress and pine from the
Ark and assuring his entry into
Heaven
Held together by nails of the
Cross that came from
Home Depot.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
“An Unread Book by the Bed”
Prompt: the world without you
The little boy would say “Where’s Mommy?” and
forget again until his milk cup was empty.
The man would say “Now who will find my socks? and
busy himself at work, never remembering to eat breakfast.
The baby girl would cry to be held, growing up being
told she looks just like her, but never really knowing.
The unread book would sit next to the bed, a slip of paper
chronicling where the adventure ended, keeping it’s
Happily Ever After all to itself.
The little boy would say “Where’s Mommy?” and
forget again until his milk cup was empty.
The man would say “Now who will find my socks? and
busy himself at work, never remembering to eat breakfast.
The baby girl would cry to be held, growing up being
told she looks just like her, but never really knowing.
The unread book would sit next to the bed, a slip of paper
chronicling where the adventure ended, keeping it’s
Happily Ever After all to itself.
“The Death of the U.S. Postal Service”
Prompt: imagine the world without you
Stamps pile up
Unlicked, pen pals
Never penned,
Just Because
Cards not sent, Publisher’s
Clearing House envelopes never
Sealed with fingers
Crossed, college brochures,
Magazines, clothing
Catalogs never mailed, a
Jewish Mailman never got a
Christmas Present, or
Gave one in return.
Stamps pile up
Unlicked, pen pals
Never penned,
Just Because
Cards not sent, Publisher’s
Clearing House envelopes never
Sealed with fingers
Crossed, college brochures,
Magazines, clothing
Catalogs never mailed, a
Jewish Mailman never got a
Christmas Present, or
Gave one in return.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Dear Mr. Woodpecker
Prompt: postcard poem
Dear Mr. Woodpecker,
It's 6 am.
My house is metal.
You are a moron.
Feel free to get eaten by my cats.
Thanks.
Love, Nikki
Dear Mr. Woodpecker,
It's 6 am.
My house is metal.
You are a moron.
Feel free to get eaten by my cats.
Thanks.
Love, Nikki
Friday, April 1, 2011
2011...
One more year edging us closer to the brink of destruction as Christmas melted into New Year’s Day and Janus did the whole look forward look backward thing and some people got the day off for MLK Monday. (I didn’t…)
January bled into self-important February, all puffed up with too much commotion for a measly 28 days. We played along and wondered what the groundhog would see, bought our chocolate and flowers and put out on 14th, hell, we even squeezed in Candlemas somewhere along the way…
Nothing special about March, the slacker, unless you count Johnny Appleeed Day (which no one above the age of 7 does.) Though St Patrick’s day brought out the Irish in in all of us with green things, pinching, and generally widespread alcoholism and poor decision making…
And so we’re up to April; a silly little month of fools, bunnies, eggs, and wanna-be poets brushing elbows with the truly talented (guilty…)
January bled into self-important February, all puffed up with too much commotion for a measly 28 days. We played along and wondered what the groundhog would see, bought our chocolate and flowers and put out on 14th, hell, we even squeezed in Candlemas somewhere along the way…
Nothing special about March, the slacker, unless you count Johnny Appleeed Day (which no one above the age of 7 does.) Though St Patrick’s day brought out the Irish in in all of us with green things, pinching, and generally widespread alcoholism and poor decision making…
And so we’re up to April; a silly little month of fools, bunnies, eggs, and wanna-be poets brushing elbows with the truly talented (guilty…)
"Taken by the River"
PROMPT: HOW YOU GOT HERE
Skipping rocks and
Daydreaming from shore,
Miles upstream from
Where I should be;
Marooned by uncertainties,
Rapids and waterfalls.
A step into the shallows; the
Current pushes me back.
I let it.
Two steps.
I let it.
Three steps.
Will the water take me?
Skipping rocks and
Daydreaming from shore,
Miles upstream from
Where I should be;
Marooned by uncertainties,
Rapids and waterfalls.
A step into the shallows; the
Current pushes me back.
I let it.
Two steps.
I let it.
Three steps.
Will the water take me?
Monday, March 7, 2011
Announcements Ordered! :)
Spring Branch Girl Baby Announcements
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Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Stuck
I’m tired
of having
post-it note
thoughts.
I want
to write
words
that fill up
legal pads,
poster boards,
200 lb rolls of paper.
of having
post-it note
thoughts.
I want
to write
words
that fill up
legal pads,
poster boards,
200 lb rolls of paper.
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