Posts for June 11, 2024

Registration photo of l. jōnz for the LexPoMo 2024 Writing Challenge.

becoming unafraid of the dark

I close my eyes and am engulfed
by the expanse of this day’s
black sky

On this day I find the courage
to sit and I do not want
to run

Slowly and more often I 
give myself permission
to see.


congratulations on your cybertruck

when the judgement comes in
the form of a backhanded compliment
from an eleven-year old
that you’ve spent a large sum of money
on a vehicle that is as gaudy
as it is hideous
as it wasn’t a rolling visual reminder of all that is wrong with us
as it was a main character on the road
always appearing as an antagonist
to those of us who dare gaze upon it
and it’s summarized by young eyes as
exactly what it is

it’s so ugly that it’s cool to look at
no one will make one like that again
or, everybody will do it too because
they’re trying to fit in
maybe five years from now there will be a crop
of stainless steel style cars
and we’ll think differently then
because theirs looks closer to ours

until then I will call it like it’s seen through the eyes of a child
you can spend it all on trends
but you can never buy


Admiral Hawker’s Paradox

paradise might be ok
but then again, who knows?
the young with sprite in their bellies
think heaven is like santaland where
you wear white and no one cusses 
adults know better but tell the kids
that someday they’ll go there
and see grandpa. once I was sure
Eden must be in the Mekong Delta
of 1962: beautiful beaches, ethereal 
sky, breezes right out of Life Magazine
like any paradise it soon went to hell

my Naval Times shows three cruise
lines there now. yes kids, all’s well


“Grief is Only Love”

“Grief is only love
That has no place to go”
And I think I’ll grieve you
For the rest of my life
And I can understand now,
It’s not my fault,
My love knocked on your door–
Banged, kicked, squeezed in the cracks
You’d barely open the door
The chain lock still in tact
You’d let some seep in
But what I gave could never
Fit through a crack
It engulfed the house
Raided the trees
Tickled the clouds
And finally I can see
That it is up to me
To step off the porch
And take my love elsewhere,
But I’ll never get back
What you keep locked inside
And I’ll grieve that
For the rest of my life

Registration photo of Courtney Music for the LexPoMo 2024 Writing Challenge.

Tired on a Tuesday

I’m ready for a break 
a really, really, long break. 

Away from home,
away from the daily,
away from the stresses,
away, away, away, and away,

If only we could change our 
struggles we have to come back to. 

Venture out
but not too far. 

Wish on a star
already know who 
exactly that we are. 

Maybe it’s time 
  To buy that ticket? 
     It’s a dream
        A shot in the dark
      A slight chance 
But we’ve got nothing 
Left to lose. 

Registration photo of K. Nicole Wilson for the LexPoMo 2024 Writing Challenge.

Rediscovered Scrawl I Wrote in Red Last Year

. . . and even when they kill
[murder] [slaughter] them,
those with bloody hands
are still
the ones most afraid.

Registration photo of Amy Figgs for the LexPoMo 2024 Writing Challenge.

Diary Day 3

In my non poet era
I sit quiet 
On my new stoop
In my new city 
And watch the neighbor girls
Catch fireflies 
In their nightgowns 
Running in bare feet 
Freshly washed hair

I see the poetry 
I remember the feel
Of the wet evening grass
The strawberry scent
Of my favorite shampoo
The free sweet
Uncomplicated evenings
Running and chasing
The magical sparks of light
As they danced across
The summer sky

My youth was poetry

Registration photo of Cody Evans for the LexPoMo 2024 Writing Challenge.

A List

Eight minutes of battery
And I’ve finished so little,
Fifty-five minutes of the day remaining,
And if I had made a list,
There would likely be as many items on it

I have written no poem today,
Completed no research

Four minutes now

I have only quested
Through quests I’ve finished twice before,
Checking objectives from a list,
        But not my own-
        Not the one I didn’t bother to make

The charger…it’s the wrong one
They all look so similar

My dog gets lost in the grass,
Only her leash, snaking through the stalks,
Gives her away

The neighbor doesn’t talk to me anymore
And I can’t say that I mind

His lawn is low, his standards are high

This charger looks right

I almost exercised
But my ankle hurt
So I microwaved Chinese food instead

And I fear, above all else,

That same dog will praise me awake,
        And I will wish to quest yet again
        But instead, I shall make a list

Or not.

Registration photo of Jess Bee for the LexPoMo 2024 Writing Challenge.


The words knock loudly at my brain

Demanding an essay of all my pain
Describe the atrocities as they stain
Assaulting me before I can bray
Sunshine demands your waking day
You’re not a poet until you play
Whispers trapped in a series of gears
Clicking as you unveil your fears
Fake it normal around your peers 
They listen but they cannot know
Small talk wrapped neat with a bow
Happiness disguised in an afterglow
The microphone falls from shaking hands
An audience crying in the stands
“Box of popcorn” the child demands
The spotlight flashes while she anoints
We dance around the sticking points
Legs hesitant to learn with aging joints 
Style your sentiment in a basket weave
You suck in the air but no longer breathe
My heart shatters in pieces on my sleeve

Registration photo of Katrina Rolfsen for the LexPoMo 2024 Writing Challenge.

Growth Spurt

Where do we hide when
our monsters outgrow darkness
and lurk in the light?