Today's prompt is to write a parody. Specifically: "Just find a poem – or a song – that has always annoyed you, and write an altered, silly version of it." Immediately, I knew I had to write about Avril Lavigne's "Goddess". Please give it a listen; she rhymes "pajamas" and "bananas" with "goddess". It is... Continue Reading →
What a week. Here's to getting back into the swing of things. [UPDATE: This post has been removed as I am editing the poem for potential publication. I will update with a stock photo to compensate for the loss.]
Technically, I wrote this yesterday (oops) for a class villanelle exercise. I thought I'd try to turn the last two lines from my Day 14 poem into a new piece. I usually enjoy writing villanelles, but there were definitely a few expletives said while trying to make this one work. My name was a prayer... Continue Reading →
Today's prompt is "to write a poem that delves into the meaning of your first or last name". I was named after my grandmother who died a year and a half ago. Writing this was a bit of a grind. Threw in a couple allusions to Fever 103°. This poem is probably a rough start... Continue Reading →
I finally finished coding a quarter of the program I need for my analyses (which was also the hardest quarter). The end is an ever-growing pinprick of light in the distance! My dissertationis coming together. Soonlife will be normal.
My husband unintentionally gave me the first line of this poem. We picked up some food from our local diner and, after paying in cash, he wondered what he was going to do with the change. I liked the way the line sounded and thought I would roll with it. Might turn this poem into... Continue Reading →
Name has been changed to protect the identity of the individual. Adam has a whip.Adam has danced in a cage.Adam has politely declinedinvitations to be a porn starand a dom.He says his life is quiet;this is the only lie he’s told.
It's the weekend yettoday was spent finishinghomework. I am beat.
Today's prompt is to write a to-do list poem. The exercise was supposed to be light and fun, but for some reason it brought back bad memories of when I was 13. So, I decided to excise those memories via poem. 1. Scream into a pillow.2. Scream harder until the sound snarled in your throatbecomes... Continue Reading →
Off prompt. I snagged myself a big-girl job in the south last week and have been looking for office-appropriate short-sleeved garments via online consignment shops. I'm convinced online shopping is even more soul crushing than writing a dissertation. I gazed upon the rows and rowsof clothing sorted by the price—discarded garments, worn and sold,that, despite... Continue Reading →