The Wabi-Sabi Writer

There were many times last November when I swore I would never NaNo again... and yet here I find myself, on the Eve of words (50,000 of them to be exact) consumed with the need and also trepidation of yet another wild 30 day adventure with the Muze.   This time will be different.  I am not relying on the labors of words already born to the page. This time I am seeking a new path, a brand new tale and in the grimey,...

I amUnstuck my mindwanders withoutboundarylimitedonly by definitiongiven from onethoughtto the nextoneLooking backso closeI can smellthe creaking cedarchest of my childhooddreamsas closeas your sleepingfaceis to mineYou stealmy timebreathingmy airthenroll overyetanotherdayPoetry Prompt based on OctPoWriMo 1 - Ti...

I am taking on a project this October.  A poem a day for 31 days.  I  have NaNoWriMo to prepare for but find the muze is more generous when I am regularly providing the attention that is craved.  This undertaking will require me to set aside my own inner critic and let the MuZe have her way with me.  This means it can get a bit messy.  Awkward.  And beautiful.All works are drafts - feedback is appreciated...

The late afternoon air laden and swollenwith sticky scents of BBQand promises.I no longerpartakein onebut still indulgemy cravings forthe taste of something seared with heatrubbed vigoouslyraw with intentionuntil pliablepossiblereadyto consumewholeSo draw me a bathand sprinklethe salt I am a cannibalof promisesI made to myself NaPoWriMo 2016 #...

someone has hijackedmy mindthe mistressmusedemandsno ransom(yet)Only wrapsropesaroundmy wasteso I cando nothingbut waitby the redphonehoping to make a deala black sheet partybut all I getis thedread spaceon the other sideof the linesNaPoWriMo 2016 #2...

muse/myo͞oz/verb1. to weave beauty and warp pain into true lines; to weft through life riddles towards a si ne qua non. 2. to ensnare interminably one's prey.3. to teeter on the perilous edge of fantasy and oblivion. NaPoWriMo 2016 #28Prompt from Creating Space For Poetry, Making Room For Humanity | Kevin Kantor | TEDxClaremontColleges (14:15 through 15:30).Si ne qua non - an indispensable condition,...

stealing timeto indulgein a slow pacestaring at my reflectionin the darkenedkitchen windowthe preciousearly hoursbefore thethe streetsfill with strangersmaking their own waypondering the momentsthat sprawl outon the sidewalkI think of the rabbitsthose that flourishedwith affectionand those that perishedwithoutAm I a rabbitunder that commoncurse?the skiesstill darkdissolve towards dawnin deep slateand heavycloudsI can seenowthe...

The muse wakesslowlyreluctantlydemanding coffee in small cupsin large quantitiesand tiny spoonsto drag throughthe dayto seea pathpatternin the creamPoetesswho am Iput on the airsand shoesof one who weaveswordsmetaphorsinto an arrowa soul laserwith a bluntpointTake aimanticipate the arcwithstrongsteeped teaandunctuousruby winefindthemark let the flu-flufletchingflyNaPoWriMo 2016 #...

Ask me  and I will answerNein Nein NeinOk FineSize MattersBut you knew thattopless and barefootShattered soulswanderAcross the universethrough the fireIncognito In Sausalitothe starter wiveseat mainly lobsterandBlack Cherry Chutneydesperately seeking a loopholeafter sexthe poor lil rich girl criesMermaid's TearsI amGobsmackedits raining menOh To Be 25 Againbefore IFade to BlackNaPoWriMo 2016 #25Image Credit: www.thesubt...

PerhapsEverything terribleThinkingabout Wildflowerwith 62 daysuntil IMNiceI get ina runis in its deepest beinggratefulto sharesomething helplesswith a fellow travellerrawjuicemovebuilddog starsthat wantshelpfrom us"Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us." Rainer RilkeNaPoWriMo 2016 #...

StopSpinningMaking much adoaboutnothingDitchthe etherand relentacceptthe voiden pointeRefillthe vacuumwith allyour emptinessyourdarkenergyanddancedancelike nooneisnothingiswatchingNaPoWriMo 2016 #...

I never calledyou thatyour namecarriedwith no hintof rhymebut of titlegrantedto those whoshared sacred spacein my childhoodmemoriesYou were therethat 4th of July as the Parademade it's waydown Elm Streetand I mademy way down the greenstick fracturehillYou took us inyour handmarked with sapphireloveYour habitscolor coordinatedwith the seasonson Off Lord RoadYou ledus into the darkenedvelvet rosariumshy of the giftsgiven...

JulyI did’t question when she ranacross the tracks towards the cemetery. I just tossed the rock from between the railroad ties and followed Holding handsWe wanderedbetweenwell manicuredplotsweaving fancifullife storiesfor what waswritten in stoneForever?A question answeredin a long firstkissAugustA marriagetwo kidsand a boyfriendon the other side of the countryStill they foundtheir wayback to the placeunder...

Six and ten circlesplus a hundredmore spinsaround the sunbefore the choicemy first(with limits)granted as tokenpermission to force wakefulnesson a well exhausted dayjust for spiteSo I choseit was as easy as breathingthe sanitary intentionslaid out for meto rest onthe deeplyembossedfoulyellow stainsAll the WhileOthers seeonly glitterand gleamthe titanic stateroomsred flockedwhite housepowder rooms*Ma propre VieMa Foliegelled absolute beaten...

The theriacremedyfor long sufferedwriters and poets and artistsrestrained with doubt duct-tapeand itch critic rash Indications for Use:When the instant gratificationmanic monkeyclimbs up your backshoving you downyoutube wormholeswhere you spiralhead firstinto the dark playgroundand after amaranthine hours dayseven weeks (gasp)you find yourselfstaring upfrom the outhouse pit of your stomachand you hear the echoof your own voice"How...