First, quick news!
I’m reading my poetry at the March edition of the Brockton Writers Series event in Toronto next Wednesday, March 13. If you’re interested, you can attend in-person or online. Here’s the post on their website and the FB invite.
And my poems have appeared recently in some fun journals:
Next, compensation!
So, as you might (or might not) have noticed, I didn’t post in February. Life got the better of me. Please know I plan to post great poetry craft content later this month (March).
In the meantime, I’d love to make you, my lovely readers, a compensatory offering for missing February: A mutual poetry challenge! I challenge you, you challenge me.
I CHALLENGE YOU:
Write a poem using one of the following topics, moods, numbers of lines, and sets of words:
TOPICS (choose one): Sharks, 19th century politics, poppies, crones, or accents
MOODS (choose one): Sarcastic, silly, secretive, or earnest/pleading
NUMBERS OF LINES (choose one): 10, 25, or 40
WORDS TO INCLUDE (choose five): obelisk, risk, crime, olfactory, break, trio, brink, gasp, roil, burn, sacred, nope, pump, broke, adequate, gross, persistent, dogma, floral, wallpaper
YOU CHALLENGE ME:
Comment below with a topic, mood, number of lines (max 40), and five words that must be included, and I’ll write the poem! For any challenge I receive during the month of March 2024, I will write a poem and post it in April. Please stay appropriate, no hate speech, etc.
Have fun!
More from me soon. :)
I found out that sharks don't like forever.
It was one of those facts I'd been quoting for years
till someone (Shane) said, "Do they?"
Dogmas fall like leaves. Peeling wallpaper
under wallpaper
under ...
Persistent is a crime!
But we have to persist.
Our persistence is a sacred act.
Sacred because doomed.
Nos morituri ...
Truth.
What is truth?
It must be something that has to keep moving
like a shark.
Sarcasm
you mean cartoon,
hiding my anger,
3 syllables? 2? can we be more direct?
In truth, I wouldn't hide
behind your skein of aspersions.
Real Armadilloes know better.
In truth, I would join, I would reveal,
forswear this carapace.