A professor becomes the Captain—guiding, challenging, and awakening a voice that dares to rise, long after the classroom fades.
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A professor becomes the Captain—guiding, challenging, and awakening a voice that dares to rise, long after the classroom fades.
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The waves don’t ask forgiveness, don’t wait for your pain—
they just keep rolling, steady and wild again…
Today’s poem explores love not as a grand declaration, but as the gentle, persistent presence in our daily lives—unseen, unspoken, yet deeply felt. Inspired by K. Siva Reddy’s reflective style, it invites us to consider love’s quiet acts and the slow, beautiful unfolding that sustains us all.
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Today’s prompt invites us to bridge poetry and technology, where ancient themes meet modern textures: love as a read receipt, grief as an undeleted voicemail, memory as something stored but rarely revisited. Poetry has always strengthened with us, and today’s piece leans into that tension—where …
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Today’s prompt pulls us into memory—the kind that feels cinematic when we look back on it. Between Kavya Janani U’s striking blackout poem and the reflections on (mis)translation by Yuki Tanaka, there’s a clear thread today: how the smallest choices—what we remove, what we keep, …
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Today’s prompt explores erasure (blackout) poetry—taking an existing text and shaping something new from it. It’s part discovery, part destruction, and all about uncovering what lies beneath the surface. If you’ve never tried it, this is a great place to start—just grab a page from …
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For Day 10 of NaPoWriMo, I worked within the structure inspired by Geoffrey Brock’s poem “Goodbye,” using three short stanzas as a container for grief. The middle stanza centers on a repeated question—each answer shifting slightly, revealing different facets of loss, survival, and memory. I …
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NaPoWriMo Day 8 Prompt for the day is… Use repetition as your driving force today. Choose a simple phrase and return to it throughout your poem. Each time it appears, let it shift—contradict it, unravel it, or deepen its meaning in a new way. Allow …
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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, …
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April arrives… and with it, National Poetry Month. But this year, I’m not just writing—I’m revisiting. Welcome to Whiskey and Words: The Book Tour. All month long, I’ll be sharing pieces from Whiskey and the Autumn Wind and Whiskey and the Winter Wind—two seasons, two …
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