team dad

his favourite sport

was one-fingered

in front of the telly

when no-one was watching

it was thought

the private sport

of extracting dried snot

from his double-barrelled slot

for rolling into bullets

to flick into the carpet

was after-dinner entertainment




i catch myself in the intimate act

in odd moments discreetly

plumping for ugly pearls

to tuck into tissue paper

for later


gotta laugh!



not a haiku


ps. i may or may not have picked this up from my dad…..


btw april 15 2021


 think about a small habit you picked up from one of your parents, and then to write a piece that explores an early memory of your parent engaged in that habit, before shifting into writing about yourself engaging in the same habit.

what is the meaning of barbara?

who the hell do you think you are?


the echoes follow me like stray bogs snapping

the meaning is barbaric

and mean

they mean it to be mean

and to wipe the name from my being

making me nameless and nothing

like my very existence is this question/accusation

hung up ugly for all and sundry to see and to shun


barbara is strange / outlandish


i grow up strange and foreign-language absurdity

i give out sporadic flashes of eye-lit verdancy

no-one understands, see, i am shameless


barbara is emerald wit eloquence and foresight

watch out

weren’t expecting that?


barbara is a symbol such as

awareness love wisdom


light knowledge truth


how dare you….!


i claim you!

barabal – i give you my word i promise

bairbre – i avow you are nothing strange nor hellish


go forth and practice barbara

the protectrice against bitter

fire brimstones / lightning bones

reveal sincerity of feeling, sister


btw april 14 2021


Barbara: meaning strange or foreign / greek/ Bairbre /irish/ Barbabal / gaelic/

root of the word barbaric

spiritual meaning: symbol of knowledge or truth

precious stone: emerald

Barbara: protectrice against fire and lightning


Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that delves into the meaning of your first or last name. 

broken chains

napowrimo day 13


following the quiet massive uprise of the masses

after all the lies exposed during the corona crises

another shockwave hits life-as-it-was


it has been announced today the simultaneous

closing of several, if not all, worldwide giant food chains


governments and global big pharma are reeling and regret their demise

but us regular joes have spoken out by wallet-voting out the extraneous


there’s no one spokesperson for the provocation

that tipped the point, but the overall impression

is that folks took back control of their own selfs

chose organic meat, fruit & veg; looked after their healths


for the planet, a greater sigh of relief

for the practices of imprisoning animals labeled beef,

spraying of poisons, laying of neutered seeds on earth, are banned

people return to the land, to feed ourselves cleanly as planned


tomorrow’s headline:- Eden, no longer a myth…so it begins


not a haiku


btw april 13 2021



Today’s prompt comes from the Instagram account of Sundress Publications, which posts a writing prompt every day, all year long. This one is short and sweet: write a poem in the form of a news article you wish would come out tomorrow.

Happy writing!

refusing blue

napowrimo day 12

blue pill

*you take the blue pill and the story ends. you wake in your bed and you believe whatever you want to believe

red pill

*you take the red pill and you stay in wonderland and i show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes



swallowing red

scrabbling on the edge of the rabbit-hole, bitten-lipped

footing lost, taste of red, vomit-ready, in my frozen throat

only the illuminated rumi in my apron pocket

letting go of everything known, wider awake than thought

falling up and into dirty soul

scrawling eat me, drink me, frantically



refusing blue

in refusing blue, i know it is the I that burnt the sky

standing on a rooftop poised to pitch forward, leapt, while you stepped

back while blaming me for killing us – knowing

the hole i had to go through was alone-shaped and mightily-icy – knowing

it was warmer than the bed i left – i swallow that 

while reciting sufism beneath my breath


one fish two fish red fish blue fish

wishes swimming in soap-bubbles i forget to notice

cherry blossoms sobbing sweetly as background noise

swirling purply



btw april 12 2021



Prompt:- I’m calling this one “Past and Future.” This prompt challenges you to write a poem using at least one word/concept/idea from each of two specialty dictionaries: Lempriere’s Classical Dictionary and the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction.


* lines from the Matrix

red pill / blue pill reference found in …

rumi:- Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi (also given as Jalal ad-did Muhammad Balkhi, best known as Rumi, l. 1207-1273 CE) was a Persian Islamic theologian and scholar but became famous as a mystical poet whose work focuses on the opportunity for a meaningful and elevated life through personal knowledge and love of God. He was a devout Sunni Muslim and, even though his poetry emphasizes a transcendence above religious strictures and dogma, it is grounded in an Islamic worldview. Rumi’s God is welcoming to all, however, no matter their professed faith, and one’s desire to know and praise this God is all that is required for living a spiritual life.  

blue pill n.

a drug that allows one to remain ignorant of reality; cf. red pill n.

Often fig.


  • 1998 L. Wachowski & A. Wachowski The Matrix (shooting script, 29 Mar.) 29You take the blue pill and the story ends. You wake in your bed and you believe whatever you want to believe.

red pill n.

a drug that reveals esp. unpleasant truths of the real world; cf. blue pill n.

Often fig. Now often associated with right-wing or men’s-rights political movements.


  • 1998 L. Wachowski & A. Wachowski The Matrix (shooting script, 29 Mar.) 29You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
  • 2020 H. Kunzru Red Pill 171 Hari Kunzru bibliographySo much of what he said had that particular tone, that suggestion of double meaning. Come inside or stay in the dark, as if he were about to initiate me into a mystery, offer me the red pill.


Bowl of Reflections inscribed with Rumi's poetry. Early 13th century, Brooklyn Museum.

Bowl of Reflections inscribed with Rumi’s poetry. Early 13th century, Brooklyn Museum. (TRT World and Agencies)


bended knee

napowrimo day 11


dear kaleesee,


did i spell that right ?

can i ask you another question?

can you ask the bearer of the dragon eggs

where to find the nest?

and if i could get a gift of the rest

of the eggs, and if i could, could 

you kindly burn them to life and gift

me just one tiny one for my very own?

i promise i would care for it dearly, clearly

( with lessons from you ) i promise i can bring

my own magic too


gratefully, jeanne d


i don’t need a game or a throne

i need, one day, to fly the sky’s, not quite alone



dearest jeanne d,


it’s spelt wrong, but that’s alright

you can call me daenerys, which is

difficult to spell as well


i would not wish dragon eggs upon you, or anyone else

the consequences are arduous – it isn’t a pretty game, or throne


you already have magic of your own and it is known

your wings and your fire are within you, too

your power is not a question

one day, one day

you’ll know


kiss kiss, khaleesi


not a haiku



And now for our (optional) prompt. This is a twist on a prompt offered by Kay Gabriel during a meeting she facilitated at the Poetry Project last year. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a two-part poem, in the form of an exchange of letters. The first stanza (or part) should be in the form of a letter that you write either to yourself or to a famous fictional or historical person. The second part should be the letter you receive in response. These can be as short or long as you like, in the form of prose poems, or with line breaks – and of course, the subject matter of the letters is totally up to you.