Category Archives: Prompt Poems

Poems written from writing prompts.

The Act of Counting

To be black in America is to at times commune with the unnaturally dead. — Cornell W. Brooks Should I count my blessings: that I don’t have bullets buried in my back,

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Scapegoat

And Aaron shall lay both his hands upon the head of the live goat, and confess over him all the iniquities of the children of Israel…putting them upon the head of the goat, and shall send him away…into the wilderness. … Continue reading

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Fire/Water

There is a fire that I strain to touch with a newborn tongue: but sometimes, this lambent yellow globe of flame pulses and glows just out of my reach.

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Jadhu

Movies suspend disbelief, make the laws of physics mere suggestions, voidable at will. I once saw this at work in a Bollywood film: a knavish, pompadoured man date-stamped about 1967 held a tiny tear aloft on a single fingertip and … Continue reading

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The Liberation of Dulcinea

Darkly we whisper: this tale is older than you, a world that will never pause like dust to build a hill; the curves and loops of letters create their own rhythm. Have they trampled over barbwire?

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Solstice Magic

This was written for We Write Poems #190: Holiday Found Poetry in which Yousei Hime asked us to create a found poem, using a text that we liked when we were creating our poems for last week’s cento prompt. I … Continue reading

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The Time Traveler’s Carol

Shadows and tall trees tell me I’m a tourist in the fourth dimension. The flying cloud, the frosty light, suspended water, tree perfume: through the canopy of the leaves, a rich mandala hallucinates in high fidelity.

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