Poetry Blog
NaPoWriMo closes not with a crescendo, but with a quiet unraveling—language thinning, meaning dissolving into something colder, more observational. Today’s piece leans into that fracture. Inspired by the flattened, almost clinical tone of Russell Edsons poem, “Angels,” , this poem examines a figure that exists between …
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🌕 Tonight’s Poem: Harvest Blood Moon 🌕 There’s something unsettling about the night when the moon refuses to stay distant—when it swells, burns, and feels like it’s leaning just a little too close to Earth. Inspired by the eerie, dreamlike tone of The Flying Nightdress …
Read More Three weeks into NaPoWriMo and today’s prompt hit close to home.
I wrote about my name—Richard—and all the versions of me that came with it: Ricky, Rick, Rich, Ritchie… even one born from a broken photocopy. Each one carries a memory, a voice, a different kind of closeness.
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Five petals open like a hand—
the iris speaks in silence,
a messenger of hope rooted in grief,
blooming between worlds.
Today’s prompt draws inspiration from Marianne Moore, a distinctive voice in modern poetry known not only for her style, but for her fascination with the natural world. Many of her poems step into the lives of animals or closely observe them—works like The Fish, The …
Read More Monday comes whether we welcome it or not, but during NaPoWriMo, even the start of the workweek carries a different weight—something lighter, stranger, more willing to bend. Today’s prompt leans into that looseness, taking a cue from Louise GlĂĽck and the idea that truth in …
Read More Sunday settles in, and NaPoWriMo turns toward something sharper—something almost playful in its irritation. Borrowing from the spirit of Catullus and even the grumbling honesty of Charles Darwin, today’s prompt invites us to exaggerate our dislikes, to take something small and make it thunder. Here’s …
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It’s a measure of time. A quiet ritual. A way to sit with what lingers when the day has burned itself down to embers. Whiskey and the Autumn Wind—is meant to settle in the chest like a slow warmth, something that doesn’t ask for attention, …
Read More Friday finds us at Day 3 of NaPoWriMo, where each prompt asks us to see the familiar from a different angle. Today’s challenge invites us to reshape a profession—to strip away the polished image and reveal something truer, rougher beneath it. This piece is my …
Read More April opens its doors, and with it I step into the quiet ritual of NaPoWriMo—a month of daily poems, of dusting off memory and letting it speak in its own weathered voice. Today’s challenge turns back toward childhood, toward those early moments that quietly foretold …
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