Category Archives: National Poetry Writing Month

Every April is the cruelest month. Every April starts with the day of fools. Every April is National Poetry Writing Month. I attempt to write a poem every day in April, and I always fail. I don’t even know why I do this. (shakes head, mutters, leaves)

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We are Hephaestus, and we have no wheels. We have heat in our bellies, that we might swallow and smelt, purify and melt the materials given to us by Hades. We pour and the melted metals, we quench and temper … Continue reading

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Sapling

It begins within itself, as do all seeds. Continue reading

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Growing Back the Nerves in my Toes

I think that you
should
pebble
me. . . Continue reading

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On Eschaton

They cut the tree into yearlong chunks. They throw the chunks on the ground. Later they exhume the root. They chop and chop. They burn it. They burn it and make a stew with its leaves.

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Filthy Martini

1. Glaze the inside of the shaker with ½ oz royal spit. . . Continue reading

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Demeter claws into the earth with her tined toes. We lay and bury trails of kernels and seeds behind us. When we finish, we will connect ourselves to the pipes and we will dance until the crops are moist. Sometimes, … Continue reading

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Artemis follows us through the forest. We seek the warmth of deer; we shoot signals to each other. She sprays shot from her barreled bow. The deer fall. we take them to the plant, where we dress them. We flay the game … Continue reading

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