As Black as a Bird Flying Out of the Window Teasing sparrows gather tight bits of sticks, then crest to loft over hedges formed by soggy mud flows. Their beaks ferret out fresh meat then make a new nest as black as a bird flying out of the window. To loft over hedges formed by [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Collaborative Poetry’
a vulture bop (you read it right)
A Vulture’s Love Is True Too few can stare into the sun, Can find the clear wet stream. A desert dweller’s noontime nap Is no dream captured clean. Though shadows hide, no hope to cool, Your moans kiss broken bones. I caught my breath when you confessed That you love vultures, too. Alone I thought [...]
imitation as collaboration
Over at The PoCo, Dana suggested we try imitating someone else, since we know each other pretty well. I haven’t poemed as much as some of the tribe, and there are some folks I haven’t worked with closely at all. So I took the opportunity to try to write like someone I admire, but don’t [...]
collaborative poetry – title chop suey
So the RWP poetry prompt idea this week (thanks, Nathan), was to ask participants to offer a poem title of theirs. The titles could be used any way the responding poet (me) sees fit, to make a collage. So this is what I did: This blueberry castle moves letters. The gentle colours double how loving [...]
Dem bones
Last rites Your fingers compress my breastbone between marked flesh and languish. Stop the wastefulness in my regions. “I long to comply.” To travel. Harmony of forgetfulness. To linger? What was purposed, pushes for meandering, wearing a disguise at the end of the dry season. Camouflage: You didn’t want to remain but disappeared. Another blunt [...]
Collaboration
There is a most interesting conversation about collaboration going on over at My Gorgeous Somewhere. What do you think? About it? Want more? Go check out maria cristina poesia, where Christine points out a few other reading pleasures. (Including “my” – haha, it is so not “mine” – interview with the Funnelcakes.) And Whirling Dervish [...]
The Fire of Avocado (for TheCoPo)
The Fire in an Avocado Vine tomatoes look ripeBetween the hard avocadosThe ones I rock under a window In the Port-au-Prince marketI reach to lay-in farmer’s bulbsThemselves searching out of pliant tree In their arms the burn of feastPress after the gallon of gasolineStripes of grass for avocados I offer a mother lunch of shady [...]
A birdy told me to CoPo
Hands dance out of love.She strings talk like spells over birds. * * * Another CoPo, this time using Slynne‘s words. I came up with a half dozen plus arragements of a dozen words. It was a joyful experiment. Joy. Truly. It was full of joy. I sighed with joy. Short, but sweet, her words [...]
Theseus: Another Part
Theseus, have your colors bled? Black or white, your father says, let the wordspell in color: victory or defeat. How can these tell us of a single frame? Depth detained by parody. I, too, am a disappointment to my father.I forget to do as he says. I am distracted. I can’ttell what is right or [...]
