Poetry Articles

Z to A, a Reverse Abecedarian: Day 26 of National Poetry Month

Annnnnnnd…that’s a wrap. Well, almost. On the A to Z Challenge. There are still three more days of questionable poetry to go!

You Are Here: Day 25 of National Poetry Month

Where is the line between poetry and prose? Is there really any line at all?

X: Day 24 of National Poetry Month

They say that hate isn’t the opposite of love—indifference is.

Waiting for the Chimes: Day 23 of National Poetry Month

Strange things that chime in the night. Odd, spooky, haunting? Not really. Unexplainable? Probably.

Juxtaposition: Day 9 of National Poetry Month

Apr 9, 2026 | Poetry, Writing

Perhaps conflict is a universal theme, not ony between humans but between the natural forces of the planet itself.

Insomnia: Day 8 of National Poetry Month

Apr 8, 2026 | Poetry, Writing

There’s no monster in the closet…

Illustration created by CoPilot using the story in the post.

Hell, Hell, Hell: Day 7 (More or Less) of National Poetry Month

Apr 7, 2026 | Poetry, Writing

Or at least perched somewhere on the banks of the River Styx. Yesterday was a preview. Today is a story and a poem.

Imagine if words were flowers in a garden, or flowers were covered in words - that is what this image is trying to convey, a garden of wildwords.

Heralding the Feast

Apr 16, 2025 | Poetry, Writing

A Dorsimbra poem inspired by the rolling hills and farms of Iowa and Grant Wood’s painting, “Young Corn.”

Older woman helping young woman to knead dough for bread

Ghost Story

Apr 7, 2025 | Poetry, Writing

Why shouldn’t they be just as we knew them?

Sinister clown performing on a small stage in a run-down motel

I asked my mother, once, why some of us found circus clowns disturbing or scary. Objectively, I know that they are there to make the audience laugh and to bring joy. But count me among those who see Pennywise in every clown.

Two lovers embrace on the steps of a mausoleum. Memento mori.

Encomium to the Living

Apr 5, 2025 | Poetry, Writing

What would the dead write of us, if they could still pen a poem? What would they tell us, if they could offer advice after death?

A broom, a hefty bag, and a rake in front of a closet.

Detritus at Dawn

Apr 4, 2025 | Poetry, Writing

Surreal image of a woman having a nightmare about searching for lost keys, severed heads, and dead hearts.

Cardio at Midnight

Apr 3, 2025 | Poetry, Writing

Just a little something that dripped from my pen. Better a poem than a nightmare, right?

Mother, father, child - all with their own ideas of what constitutes a life.

Beauty Killed the Beast

Apr 2, 2025 | Poetry, Writing

An acrostic born of beauty, hypocrisy, and faith. And a little glimpse into the process that birthed the poem.

April is a Foolish Month

Apr 1, 2025 | Poetry, Writing

On the folly of tackling multiple “challenges” and the dilemma of sharing writing online that leads to a “sexual revolution” in poetry. (Don’t worry – the post and the poem are PG at worst!)

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