#NaPoWriMo Entry #8: “To Lilium”
Today’s poem is all rhyme-y. Why? Because Adam Callaway keeps asking me to do them. That’s not the real reason, though. I just felt like it today. It also helps that my poem was inspired by this: “What’s that?” you say. You’ll just have to read the poem to figure it out. It should be […]
#NaPoWriMo Entry #7: “The Fish in a Cup of His Own Making”
Today’s poem was inspired by The Rainbow Fish by Marcus Pfister. When I say inspired, I don’t necessarily mean “inspired by the story,” though one could certainly make the argument that my cursory knowledge of this rather famous children’s book did influence the writing of the poem below. It’ll be interesting to hear what people […]
#NaPoWriMo Entry #6: “To a Taco Bell Employee”
Time for another poem for NaPo. A good poem? No. But Adam wanted me to write something with rhymes, and so I did so while watching a strange argument at Taco Bell. It should be clear from the poem what I thought of that argument (or I hope so, at least). Here you go: “To […]
#NaPoWriMo Entry #5: “To an Un-American”
Technically this should have gone up yesterday, but I’m now two poem behind. Haikus, here I come! I don’t think there was a single piece of inspiration for this piece. It is political, which means that Adam Callaway should not read it. It also has some bad language, which means anyone who is easily offended […]
#NaPoWriMo Entry #4: “A Quiet Gap Builds”
Today’s entry is one of those personal entries — at least, it’s related in some way to personal nonsense. Read at your own risk. (Note: I will probably have some political nonsense tomorrow. Just a warning…) Here goes: A quiet gap builds between the royal pair, a prince and a prince with imaginary titles in […]
#NaPoWriMo Entry #3: “To a Gay Child”
Today’s entry was inspired by this article. Read it before or after if you so choose. Now for the poem: “To a Gay Child” He dreamed about being a doctor — or a writer, or an actor, or maybe something else — does it matter what he dreams as much as it matters that he […]