Well, Napowrimo has been over for twelve days now, and I'm just sitting down to post another poem. I thought April was a productive month, writing every day, even if I wasn't 100% thrilled with every poem I came up with.
Updates in writing: the next reading for the Colorado Springs Writers Reading Series is scheduled for Friday, May 21st, at 7:30pm. It's being held at the same place as April's event, the Inner Space studio at 322 N. Tejon. (See the blog for more updates:
www.cswritersreading.blogspot.com) Our featured reader is poet (yay!) Jessy Randall. I'm looking forward to it! Because the event falls smack in between Spring and Summer terms for the local colleges, I'm hoping to get the word out to students via email, blog, loud shouting, whatever.
Here's a poem from this evening. Maybe tomorrow I'll post some more... I've been coming up with very, very short poems lately. Hopefully this isn't a sign of my attention span diminishing even further, but I've been really pleased with all the shorter poems I've been reading lately. (Namely, those of Jessy Randall, plus Aaron Belz, Pamela August Russell, and Campbell McGrath.) Maybe it's because it's the end of the semester and my brain is half fried from the grease of final essays and portfolios. Maybe I'm succumbing to the appeal of instant gratification. Or maybe these poets just rock.
Either way, I'm writing, and I guess that's what matters. Thanks to all y'all who have been sending me comments on facebook. You have no idea how excited I get over feedback!
PACKING PEANUTS
My next door neighbor left a cardboard box
full of packing peanuts on the curb to be recycled
but forgot to put a rock over the lid to keep it shut
and we had a huge windstorm which I understand
couldn’t have been predicted but still
there are packing peanuts all over the neighborhood
now and even the birds seem disappointed
and look bored when they pick at them
outside my bedroom window which is a gutter
and it’s full of white and yellow and pale green fluff
like it’s been snowing egg salad and every morning
the first thing I do is brush my teeth so this morning
as I brushed I stared out into the gutter wondering
if I’d have the balls to tell my neighbor he’s careless
if he and I happened to lock our front doors
at the same time today but more importantly
who’s dying those packing peanuts different colors
when they aren’t even meant to be seen?
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