Come home.
Wonder if this is really home.
Feel the air cling to and buzz on your skin
as you exit the plane.
Watch neon write poems
with the glare and hiss of brilliant letters like slit veins
on the darkened windshield of the taxi cab
that pulls up to the curb.
Feel your throbbing head scintillate
as the night slowly pours into your eyes and ears. Watch it
compete with the footage of the last three days
as it loops around your brain, pulling you forward
to the inevitability of an angry stage
about to break under your collective weight.
Rehearse what you are going to say
as you assume the stage.
Wonder if you really do
have anything to say at all.
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Daily Archives: Thursday, April 28, 2011
NaPoWriMo Poem #21: Magdalene
Leave behind
more than what you came
here with. This
is true for
everyone who dons a
suit of flesh, enters
the stage, and
begins this dance, this
marvelous
charade of
the phantastic and the thrill,
the descent and the
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NaPoWriMo Poem #20: To Thomas
Another mouth
etched into a man’s
side will speak
for him when
his first mouth cannot, closed and
locked by his spirit’s
exit. He
returned to tell his
tale of how
He slipped through
Death’s fingers: listen through your
fingertips, touching
to feel the
words of the tale, the
cadence of
his living
breath, His opened wound smiling
at your disbelief.
Written 4/27/11
© 2011 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
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Another poem using the shadorma form for the stanzas, also focusing on Easter. Enjoy.
-Nicole
NaPoWriMo Poem #19: Holes
Nails bite and
sting, leaving holes where
flesh should be;
life leaks out
in pints of blood. Holes in his
wrists speak of exit
wounds and a
life lost to love. But
this vessel
is filled and
a once dead man walks. Through these
holes, nothing leaks out.
Written 4/27/11
© 2011 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
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This is the first of a few shadormas that I am writing, as I’ve been intrigued by the form and have been wanting to try it out. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to contain myself to one complete shadorma, so I am using the form to construct my stanzas in these short poems. Enjoy.
-Nicole
My Poem, “Color (A Modest Plea)” Published at Shift Journal
Greetings! My poem, “Color (A Modest Plea)“, was published today in Shift Journal of Alternatives: Neurodiversity and social change.
As you might surmise from the journal’s title, the journal’s premise is that autism has existed all along and it entertains “the notion of autistic as a legitimate way to be in the world, from the crossroads of theory, society, and personal experience”.
The poem was inspired by a piece by Rachel Cohen-Rottenberg of Journeys with Autism which appeared earlier this month in Shift Journal, “An Open Letter to Robert MacNeil Regarding PBS’ Autism Now Series“. I used the same quote by Robert MacNeil from the series to jump-start this poem as one of my NaPoWriMo poems. Please jog over to Shift Journal to read it, and check out the many other contributions in the journal about autism and neurodiversity.
-Nicole
