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NaPoWriMo: Not Just Late But Dead In The Water
I have fallen so far behind on my poem a day schedule that I’m likely to end up with something more like a “National Poetry Writing Week and A Half.” But I’m promising myself that I will step it up and get back on the horse: more mixed metaphors anyone? So I go back to…
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NaPoWriMo Day 3: A Descent Into Silly
Back to my original plan of dabbling in forms, rhymes, rhythms, poetics. While an appreciator of limericks, I–quite simply–suck at them. I can never get the saucy air, the lilt that carries the reader along line to line hanging off the side of the horse, as it were. But I need to write one so…
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To My Hospice Cat
All hip bones and sagging skin Hollow eyes, naked ears. Still chasing leaves As if running down prey; But time to go, time to go Listen to the Buddha: Everything changes.
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Zen and the Art of Writing Bad Poetry
After many months away from this blog, I’m coming back to torment my followers by making this my site for National Poetry Writing Month in April. I’m hoping to start doing some practice work here over the next few weeks. And, no, not all my poems for April will be related to Mindfulness, Buddhism, Qi…
Jo Chern 