Category Archives: Illuminati

via dolorosa

swallow as you

go, torn as you

are from cartography of

celestine desert

atlas of cloud

ordained shadow

formed before your

time. stumble past

luminous dials that died

eons ago

knowing you are

encrypted up on

bricked up sun.

tarnished as you are

weary as you are

navigate the milky

blemished gurgle.

hurtle forth, go!

follow no one

least of all


lost, lost… no known

end in sight

only dust.


not a haiku


NaPoWriMo day 23

Today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem in the style of Kay Ryan, whose poems tend to be short and snappy – with a lot of rhyme and soundplay. They also have a deceptive simplicity about them, like proverbs or aphorisms. Once you’ve read a few, you’ll see what I mean. Here’s her “Token Loss,” “Blue China Doorknob,” “Houdini,” and “Crustacean Island.”


contrary to popular opinion

i couldn’t care less

about corona or other viruses

or politicians or other tyrants

or other murderous or even sadder rants

and gloomy-dooms and wars bore me


don’t sit by me

and try to inform me

of the importance of keeping abreast of current events

and if you wish to discuss incessantly

any thing on the evening news

you lose

i couldn’t give a toss

tell me

are you at a loss at this unpopular opinion?

trust me

though i shan’t convince you

i have practiced dominion over nothing

but my own thoughts

my mind finds thankful kindness

and seeks only kindred souls to hold

i’m mine to behold

this is my default

my attention cannot be bought

your experience matters not one jot

you go for it

but i chose differently

where my focus goes

my energy flows

so don’t try to infect me

with negativity

i’m not on the fence

i live someplace else

care to visit?


not a haiku


NaPoWriMo day 15 prompt

This one may seem counter-intuitive, but today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something you have absolutely no interest in. This isn’t quite the same, I think, as something you’re indifferent to. For example, I have absolutely no interest in investment strategy. Anytime anyone tries to tell me about it, I want to put my fingers in my ears and go “lalalalalala.” My brain tries to shut down! This is honestly kind of funny, and I think this prompt has value precisely because it invites you to investigate some of the “why” behind resolutely not giving two hoots about something.

so the moon looks small

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there’s no comparison 

my ex had one the size of a hard haribo sweet

tinysweet and beat

with regularity

proclaiming basic humanity without musicality

normality — or so I thought


you can get used to smallness

or meanness

you can get perplexed by it 

and yet

                                                when we met

i couldn’t see the trees for it

obscured by my habitual vision

thought they were all                              small

but like the moon it was just a question of perspective 

and proximity


                                                             got close

                         closer still, my love

my love had one the size of a planet

a heart — so huge as to eclipse all others

no one could see it 

so huge was it

it blocked out the perfect though magnificent

it had craters and lakes

on a landscape formed by energy          synergy

unheard of


no one could see the size of it 




it couldn’t be trusted

to last

light years of liquid and dust 

filled it

even from this distance i felt it


unorderlily complexilily godliliy

silly really

as finalily

it super-love-


from his chest

in a burst

that hurt my eyes

killing him

while creating stars

for my eyes

my entire universe



not a haiku


a love poem as well


NaPoWriMo day 11:-

write a poem about a very large thing. It could be a mountain or a blue whale or a skyscraper or a planet or the various contenders for the honor of being the Biggest Ball of Twine. Whatever giant thing you choose, I hope this chance to versify in praise of the huge gets your poetic engines humming.