Category: Poetry
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12.04: Poem-a-Day Challenge
II.It Remembers touchthe cold bark. warm resin underneath—thick as a century’s worthof swallowed thunder. the tree does not speak.it remembers. press your earto its black veinsand hear the humof a thousand moons pumping like slow syrupup the spineof the world. this is where time folds: the mist at your kneesis the same mistthat once lickedthe…
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12.04: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Nature: Poem 1 or 4 I. To Stitch the Sky Green Here, the treespress close, and you’ll heara thousand summersstored in their veins. The leaves stitch to the skyso thickthe sun must thread itself,needle-fine,through every gap—every golden yarn. Breathe—the air is deep with scentsof damp soil,petrichor,and unfinished stories.Quiet—between notesas the wind listens. This is where…
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Day 8: Poem-a-Day Challenge
To Crave Milk Tea at 3 o’Clock (A Love Poem to Hong Kong) sidewalks breathe us in—hot, wet, loud,a chaos that flows, a crush of sleevesthrough humid air, a mortal hungerlifting night to day. the city lives—it heaves against the harbour. neon signs,tram bells ring—hush, hush, hushing tides.you learn to swim in it, let your…
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9.04: Poem-a-Day Challenge
The Old Woman Hangs the Moon the stairs creak louder nowthat she’s stopped counting them.“one less thing,” she tells the dust,“to weigh the pockets.” her mirror fogs with tea steam—a kindness. she scrapes her reflectionclean with a knife, hums:“all this light, and no oneto blind.” the neighbours whisper:“she used to keep cats—”“no, it was a…
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8.04: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Two Versions of the Same Poem I.The God of Small Annoyances The wind bitesits lip— a wisptoo thin to fold and the stormspills— thunder cracking itsknuckles like the Godof SmallAnnoyances The sky stiffensit won’tslump into rain— it just humselectric, and raw— a wirestripped of itssong. II.The God of Small Annoyances the wind bites its lip—a…
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7.04: Poem-a-Day Challenge
The Birdbath Aleph the old woman with no catrefills the birdbath. it’s half-rusted,and holds all the waterand thirst of the sky. a single featherfloats like a commain god’s draftof the world. the cat is a cosmic overlord, watching. “The ocean,” he marvels,“is just a birdbathfor baptisingfragments of heaven.” PAD (Poem-a-Day Challenge) Day 6 with Prompt:…
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06.04: The Old Woman Without a Cat
About The Old Woman Without a Cat The Old Woman and the Spiral Eyes the old woman with no cat—her vision unwinds itselflike a cassette tape left in the rain—the world smudges, blooms,becomes an impressionist’s afterthought. rest your rebel eyes, says the cat,knocking over her reading glassesfor the third time today.(it claims it’s helping.) she…
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04.4: Old Woman With No Cat
Knees That Leave Fossils the earth remembersthe old woman with no cat— remembers her, not as a saint, but as a forcewhose knees leave fossils in the soil— kneel long enough,and even prayer becomes a root. The crow approves. “Finally—a saint who digsinstead of floating.” PAD (Poem-a-Day Challenge) Day 4 with Prompt: mess. Some artwork…
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02.04: The Old Woman Without a Cat
More About The Old Woman Without a Cat The Old Woman With No Cat and the Crow the old woman with no catsits in her wicker chair,spring sunlightwarming her bones, arranged like kindlingwaiting for warmth from a match. a crow hops across the lawn,its feathers oil-slick black,a hole in the world’s brightness, one foot, then…
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Day 3: Poem-a-Day Challenge
A Crow with a Pocketful of Stanzas (a tricube diptych) I. The Arithmetic of Yellow Sun’s shorthand—Grandma’s cakeand bee’s sigh. Dandeliontime bombstick, bloom, flee. Door left ajar—light poolsin threes—free. II. Crow’s Afternoon Tea Black beaks dipin stanzas—sweet, sharp, thief. “Honey-dust?”No—sun’s rustand grief’s leaf. They caw, flee,wingtips smudgedwith your laugh. Here are the rules of tricubes:…
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