“We owe it to each other to share what white tail already know” says this poem that can give us a “together” way forward in the climate breakdown challenge.
As the Deer
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Resort
Resort When the Baker Hotel died, no one ordered an autopsy or called the local mortician. They just left the carcass at the crossroads where it fell, bulging brickwalls, gouged eyes, empty sockets jagg’d with glass. On coffee break, the local doc doesn’t wonder if he could save her. Guilt dies without memory so don’t […]
Day 14: Guardian Technology
Today’s writing prompt is based on the poem Eve’s Second Garden In today’s poem, we see a couple using simple technology (teeth, a sotol stalk) to save and protect themselves from variables in their environment that are, rightly so, frightening. Write a poem about something in our environment that frightens people (or frightens you). Include […]
Eve’s Second Garden
Eve’s Second Garden Filled with succulents and spines that scratch her legs and break off inside, so Adam has to pinch her skin, then suck and bite the sliver, his teeth the only tweezers yet invented. Nothing requires much water. Five months drought each winter turns prickly pears brilliant purple before they die. Yucca shade […]
Drought on the Open Road
Drought on the Open Road Once the herd was so thirsty they ate the burn right off the interstate shoulder, two bites from asphalt and cars flying 75 miles to nowhere. Heat paralyzed cows never look up. —Marcus Goodyear, from Barbies at Communion T. S. Poetry Press, 2010
The Poetry of Money 2
The Poetry of Money 2 for Rachel Marks The tail of the peacock male shimmers with metallic coins, the eyes of money winking beauty’s price. What is a poem worth? Just this feathery spread melting change into cool rain. —Marcus Goodyear, from Barbies at Communion T. S. Poetry Press, 2010 Want the whole 30 […]
Prayer for the Pompadour Looking up from My Plate
Prayer for the Pompadour Looking up from My Plate God, I feel bad. He died for me and I could only eat half of him. —Marcus Goodyear, from Barbies at Communion T. S. Poetry Press, 2010 Want the whole 30 poems, 30 prompts series in one convenient place? You can get that in Earth […]
