Day 30: Shopping in the age of virus

Prompt: Returns   Five-fifty on a Sunday in the age of virus: Details of a life-threatening routine shopping run: Four packs toilet paper — the most they would sell. Auto dish powder times two, dish liquid lime, dish liquid lemon, dish liquid apple pear, dish liquid grapefruit, lemon glow disinfectant, and in mandarin and ginger, […]

Day 27: My neighbor’s music

Prompt: Write a review   If neighbors were oysters, this one takes the pearl. A stupendous neighbor! A great worrying. If you’re looking for someone to give you early gray hairs and a cigarette-dotted back yard, Look no further! Take my wonderful neighbor. This one will keep you up all night with their loud music! […]

Day 26: Go-to not-destination

Prompt: Almanac questionnaire   Weather: Sunny and cold Flora: Violets Architecture: Bungalow Customs: Social distancing Mammals/reptiles/fish: Domesticated dogs Childhood dream: Glitter and sunlight Found on the Street: Free Little Pantry Export: Macaroni and cheese dinners Graffiti: None Lover: Spouse Conspiracy: Theory Dress: Down Hometown memory: Falling leaves Notable person: Ghandi Outside your window, you find: […]

Day 24: Kamias

Prompt: Write about a fruit   Kamia, sour green product of secret processes deep in tree veins that grow wild from the sides of houses where abundant rain drains into unknown depths. Kamia, weed-tree of Asia crowned with leaves with serrated edges, giving a sweet, unplaceable scent. Bark-clinging verdant fruit, thin stems grip a root […]

Day 5: Sunny new Sunday

Prompt: 20 little poetry projects   Sun like damsels But not in distress, like tables rubbed with sandpaper to make look weathered, and coarse, like peanuts in salad, heels crunch with purpose a mile away leaving a wake of crone perfume — Solid tables beat down by storms Katrina and Rita in New Orleans, made […]

Day 4: Throwing out thread

Day 4: Dreams   I dreamed the dream of someone in a movie — the reason the character turned evil, his descend into soulless existence, screaming murderous purpose, a score of years gone — he wakes next to grown children, admitting their righteousness, as if twenty years had not happened, and their mother still about. […]