Journal
2007-02-02 12:25
I successfully wrote (the equivalent) of a poem a day for thirty days. They're
all first drafts, but it was the production that counted.
You'll find them under
Jan 2007 Poem Journal
2006-11-20 22:50
Work has slowed down, so I should be writing more. This week will be filled with poetry and fiction. To start things off is an imitation of poet Kenneth Koch, specifically his very long poem In Bed.
Mine's entitled Leaves.
2006-11-07 07:15
One thing I miss about the blog format I was using for this site is the chance to just write without having an aim. So, I'm adding a web journal, and letting myself write about writing, and experiment as the mood strikes me. No commenting allowed yet.
I love words. I love putting them together in odd, striking ways. Corralling them into poems and prose is where the effort is. Words are my paint, and I can splatter with abandon, but that doesn't make the result as Starry Night.
In simple flues I find birds' nests, but not birds' eggs. Why not? Some avian tragedy? The elimination of their race through soot? The species' brick debacle?
See? Fun, might lead somewhere, but mostly it's words for words' sake.
When I was in school, I learned that a possessive on a word that ends in "s" should get the apostrophe after the "s", but no second "s".
The library books' titles were all about hermit crabs.
I'm not sure what to make of Charles' writing.
I wonder what's taught today. Even at that time, I vaguely recall (or is it a self-implanted memory?) that always appending with apostrophe "s" was acceptable, just not what we were to do.
I examined the tarot cards's images, knowing he'd hidden the microdot somewhere.
"Hey! Give back Lucas's Terrible X-Ray Gun of Insanity!"
There are two things I like about not always appending the "s". It reduces the number of letters used. And it looks cool.
What I like about appending is that it's a no-brainer. That, right there, may tip the lazy scales.
Stories
Marcus and the 69 Cent Cat
They called him Marcus the Great because he told them to. Marcus could tell the other kids to do anything and they would. One day he told Kelly McFarland to dunk her own pigtails into an inkwell....
Final
The Clouds See Stars, Too
The symphony was supposed to be a break, take their minds off of Lou for a while. But the piece--something by Faure--was making him fidget.
Final
The Mighty Adventures of Cromwell and Boone
Reginald Boone was a man. A small man, of small means and small ambitions. The kind of man who buys Wonderbread at the Thrift Shop, but only if it's on sale at five loaves for a dollar.
Part 1 - The Stocking Market Crash
Part 2 - The Nuanced Cyclone
Part 3 - Java Sails an Aimless Sea
Part 4 - A Summer Homage
Part 5 - What Dares to Fly Remains Flightless
Part 6 - A Sparrow Camel Named Mbuni
Part 7 Coming up!
Deliveries, and Memories, and No. 2 Pencils
Gina Knowles enjoyed eating cereal for dinner. After a long day, it was simple, nutritious, and excitingly cold.
Final |
Draft 1 |
Draft 2 |
Draft 3
The Paper Midnight
"Wait a minute. Maybe you didn't hear me. I said a regular cake doughnut with chocolate frosting and rainbow sprinkles."
Final - Unfinished
Draft 1 |
Draft 2 |
Draft 3 |
Draft 4
Exercises
Whatever comes out
Clever Frogs Hug the Mainland
The Selling Life
Ten Word Challenge
Playful Paragraphs
Quick Descriptions
Margie's December Walk
Stream of Unconscious
Totally Titles
Free Writing, Journal Style
Forced Writing
Alpha Sentence
Found Writing
Poetry
Jan 2007 Poem Journal new!
A poem a day for a month. These are all first drafts.
You you
You you
in the back wearing black
at a wedding, which shouldn't work
Charlatan Past
A challenge assignment
Leaves
This is an imitation in the style of Kenneth Koch.
Homebound
Last night he slept in a motel called "The Meeker Arms" because it faces
Meeker Street. The graying front-desk Indian sniffed, but...
Draft 1 |
Draft 2