Sunday, May 10, 2015

Vote Yes

This is a strange one.

Friday, May 01, 2015

April Notebook

Some very rough writing from my notebooks from the month of April. If you don't have a pocket notebook get one.
Poems in Which
 Overheard and Substitute the Word Salt with Pepper

Thursday, April 30, 2015

28/30 When I Dream I Dream of You

Managed work and finished the poem. Success!

Prompt: Watch a short documentary. Write. Push yourself to write something longer. Go!

When I Dream I Dream of You
Today I woke in a mumble of mopeds
and in a rattle of rickshaws. Then I dreamed,
nestled in your bowels, that I travelled your maze
and climbed your miniature houses.
I chased butterflies through your dark
I stretched out and caressed every inch of you
I pulled all smoke to the bottom of my lungs.
I searched your streets for names
I could not find them
but I found their breath
I found their fire that singes
I found their cold that numbs.
And I found your children like puppies
playing in your gutters.
The grown-ups sit on stools,
cleaning the evening vegetables
while the sun goes down
and when time begets language.
you are conceived and reborn.
You become every brick of us
every twist of us, every width of us.
You are transformed into a whisper
a rumbling generator a whistling pipe.
You are the blue lamp that swings
your stories float and lullabies rest
in the arms of a chair.
You are the pulse in our bodies,
you snake over and under dangling wires
hugging our hearts.

Here's the documentary I watched:

Here's some information on the city:
Kowloon Walled City was a densely populated, largely ungoverned settlement in New Kowloon, Hong Kong. In 1987, the Walled City contained over 33,000 residents within its 6.4-acre borders. From the 1950s to the 1970s, it was controlled by Triads and had high rates of prostitution, gambling, and drug use. Demolition began in March 1993 and was completed in April 1994. (taken from Wikipedia)

Nearly There!

Dear god! There's a poem trying to get out but I have to get to work!

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

27/30 Cactus On Fire

Prompt: Find a picture of a cactus on fire. Write.

Cactus On Fire
He said,
"I have lived
your life
twice over.
I have tumbled
in and out
of love."

Time sprinkles,
light casts
shadows on puppets.

And he travels away
from flames
until his flint like skin sets fire
to his pride, to his house
to his bedroom
to a prickly cactus
sitting on a dusty windowsill.