Quick Ones, While He's Away

Ten to Thirteen. This is also my first attempt at blackout poetry!

Quick Ones, While He's Away

10 You Stay Away

When I'm not angry
I am drawn to write- trite- like-
"People are in your life
For a season, For a reason."

But I want to say it my way:

A three-story folded-trailer
Sectioned off and unusual
And I, newly banished from home,
Forced to pay for the key
With a friendly neighbor.

There is no forwarding address
But a curse
Where each floor refuse to converse
With one another,
Content with being
Glorified Storage
For all of our memories
And familial obligations.
May you never return.

11 Mermaid's Revenge

 Erasure poetry — also known as blackout poetry — is written by taking an existing text and erasing or blacking out individual words.
My short story "Yung Seabitch" converted to blackout poetry: large blocks of black obscure most of it until select words are shown.

Text from my short story, Yung Seabitch. Below is the image, which is transcribed here:

I offer
That Danish Andersen fellow
the sense to make the sea
roll.

They made her
A vindictive gorgeous merfolk,
fat AND subtle.

No drivel from the land
know the merfolk so much,
but I turn her into
wonder
obligatory
seaside
cursing a happy ending.

I
have suffered
have been stuck blind with the thorns.

She only meant well.

The music pipes
sigh
pop
a ton of songs.
Trudge along.

12 distance between moon and earth

Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own poem that recounts a memory of a beloved relative, and something they did that echoes through your thoughts today.

Even after
the orbit decayed
beyond her death
my grandmother, the moon
grew blue clouds
and pipes of fire
so well,
and cloaked me in silk
with a wrist of goldplate and zircon.
to this day,
I don't know how.
I just distill flattened grains
from the heavy pans
of my life.

13 Twin Raintrees

Try your hand today at writing your own poem about a remembered, cherished landscape. 

I have two more siblings,
Twins.
They are so much taller
And protective
Like the fiercest father.
They watched over me
When I tumbled into twilight,
And carefully haunt me still.
They could never move,
Rooted,
So they live through me
As I send letters home
Through the wires and wind.

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