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Thanks to every reader who visited ConnectHook during April.
It made shut-in spring far more inspiring.
Here are my poems posted for National Poetry Writing Month 2020:

1. Paths to Pathos

2. Nicean Barks

3. Blind Date

4. Hard Questions

5. Fowl Feminanity

6. Bosched

7. Subtle Journalistic Yawn

8. Miss Anthropology

9. Inhuman Rites

10. Definedly Poetic

11. Petal to the Metal

12. Anti-Viral Triolet

13. Blow This

14. Vargas-Girl

15. Medieval Mystic

16. Lady from J

17. Face Me on Twitbook (repost)

18. Owed to a Caulk Gun (repost)

19. Rustic Rambling

20. Handmade 0f the Lord

22. Estrofas Duchampescas

22. Soured

23. Alpha/Beta

24. Fruitfulness Multiplied

25. Patriarchal Limerick

26. Questioning the Almanac

27. Abram the Hebrew

28. Möbiustripshow

29. Cat Don’t Nap

30. Idylls of the Careless Hunt

 

 

 

April: La Coronada

 

Huddled in your castles like Prospero’s doomed revelers, sighing in the springtime of contagion, you evade and avoid the obvious. But the Muse has entered, unseen, and stands among you in her mask of elegiac splendor. She smiles as you mock her presence. She laughs quietly to herself as her influence wafts upon the very air, inspiring and infecting all concerned. You try to protect yourselves from the lyric epidemic, nonetheless her viral poetic molecules go forth, regroup, mutate, and attach themselves to the souls of her detractors. Her spores hang upon the very droplets of the mist, a suspended Parnassian miasma. The first tremors of poetic sickness begin to shudder deep within and among the most reluctant revelers. They try to dispel their fears; they brag and congratulate themselves, chattering about the uselessness of poetry, listing all they ways in which they have successfully barricaded themselves from her pestilential presence. But the Muse has entered and none can ensure her departure. Poetry will have her way and resistance is futile. Some will survive, but others will meet her as their avenging angel of the plague, and neither Egyptian magic nor sanitizing legerdemain shall deter the blossoming vector of her influence. Fear, oh unpoetic readers, this sudden lyrical acceleration, this verdant celebration:

our poetic coronation.

 



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A-Maying I Shall Go

This year’s National Poetry Writing Month was different from the last five in which I have participated. I followed the prompts for the first time. Some prompts forced me to produce good poetry but others were just headaches. For a few, I simply matched up a draft I had sitting around with the given prompt and it worked. The whole thing felt more futile than ever this year . . . but I am destined and doomed to write POETRY and shall continue to do so.

Thanks to everyone who took time to read my original work here during April.
Best lyrical wishes for 2019 !

1. Persona Non GrataCoy Illusions
2. Borderline
3. The Geologic Time of Your Life
4. The Death of Poverty
5. One More Art Form
6. Should You Cease to Signal Virtue
7. Seven Couplets for April
8. Data-Driven Poetry
9. Lyric Destinies & Listless
10. Black Poetry Live & Precipitating events
11. Bring It On Home
12. Well-whetted Couplets
13. Gothic Postcard
14. Fatal Head-Wound Healed
15. Empyrean Flights Delayed
16. Smoke Signals
17. The View from Hair
18. Deal With This
19. P-Orridge 9 Days Old
20. Plebeia O-J takes on America
21. That’s the Way God Likes It
22. Klarwein’s Annunciation
23. Feline Frenzy
24. Reaktionary Poem
25. Well-Seasoned/Unhallowed
26. Presbyterian Restraint
27. Prompt 27
28. Something Off-Beat
29. When White Men Mow Their Lawns
30. Conceptual Koan

 

 

 

 

April: National Poetry Month

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I have participated in National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) since 2014. I usually work on drafts of poems during the year and post them during April. This year my poetic rationale has been transformed from that of previous years. For 2019 I plan to try to follow some of the prompts, though perhaps not all. I have a hard time putting poems out there that have not been obsessively worked on, so this year will be a change for me. I prefer structured rhymed verse to free verse, but I am going to attempt some less-structured writing this year. Here is my prefatory April poem from 2017:

 

Name that metaphor (half-assed boating)

Polish the brass on your life preserver

Wring out some meaning for dockside observer:

Moorings are tenuous; life is floating.