Writing 50,000 words in the span of one month sounds crazy to me. That means writing, on average, 1,667 words per day, which doesn’t sound daunting, but really is because I have to actually come up with 1,667 things to say every day.
Context? Yes, that might be helpful. Continue reading “My Novel Idea – NaNoWriMo”
Pacing at an intersection along US-Forty,
Dirty hat in his hands, asking for some charity.
The cars whiz by, ignoring the disparity,
Of being homeless yet surrounded by prosperity. Continue reading “Charity – Free Verse – SD”
Okay, so I realize that I promised to get this up yesterday, and that totally did not happen. But at least we have a whole month to write these poems! Oh right, unless you read my post on Tuesday, you probably don’t know that Schizophrenic Summers is changing to a month-long submission period.
Our last round of poems featured chastity as the theme, and produced one poem about holding women to certain standards (ideals?) and one about holding love to no standards at all.
Theme: Charity
Structure: Free verse Continue reading “Theme for October – the Virtue of Giving”
For those of you who have been keeping tabs on Red Strings in recent weeks, you may have noticed that the well has been… drier than usual. This can be attributed to numerous reasons: vacations, weddings, new jobs, crashing computers, more weddings; our writers have had a busy August and September. Continue reading “New Plans for Schizophrenic Summers”
Cast your line out to find some love,
Or cash, or pleasure, or some semblance of compassion. Continue reading “Free Verse – Chastity – SD”
Temperatures rise in the
Colonnade halls.
Blogs and talk shows, they
Spew vitriol. Continue reading “Free Verse – Temperance – SD”
A crack like thunder rang through my ear
As the world’s palette in front of me was smeared.
Pain ripped through my side like fire,
And my life lost its grip on the tight-rope wire. Continue reading “Free Verse – Kindness – SD”
How ironic that my poem for diligence is submitted a full day late.
Fifty-plus years on the cement floor
Or those hollow wood planks where the ships come home,
Rivets and chains convey the slow roll:
Light the fire, turn the gear, churn’em out, let’em go. Continue reading “Free Verse – Diligence – SD”
Ten’s the magic number to quell the rumbling thunder.
Nine will give ti time to settle and subside.
Eight more to wait for the heat to dissipate. Continue reading “Free Verse – Patience – SD”
I once knew a man who walked every day
To and from his office at the top of a skyscraper.
He had a black car which cost more than most,
But he left it at home in a locked garage. Continue reading “Free Verse – Humility – SD”
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