Three Poets, One Year

I’m confused and unsure what just happened. 

I think I was hit in the head with a poetry brick on January 1st, 2011 and now I’m waking up with amnesia, a migraine, and 365 poems in a folder on my desktop. 

L and R, you’re both wonderful, beautiful, and incredibly talented poets. Thanks for kicking my ass all through the year, even if I didn’t post for two months straight multiple months in a row, even if I resorted to shitty haikus and self-centered whining just to write something for the day. 

Thanks also to E and A of sonnateers365.tumblr.com, two more breathtakingly brilliant poets and friends of ours. E and A will be continuing on the same website this year, and a new poet, C, is joining the fray. 

Another little shout out to Kristin, who’s starting her own 366 project (it’s a leap year!) at onegirl366stories.tumblr.com. If you want to start your own 366 project, let us know so we can spoon and feed each other goldfish crackers and support each other and stuff. 

My blog next year can be found at timefliesflashfiction.tumblr.com. I’m going to write a short story/flash fiction story every day for the year of 2012. No stanzas allowed. God, please no more stanzas. 

Love always, 

A

Day 365, A - New Year’s Eve

I scraped my toe on the asphalt 

On the way to the New Year’s Eve party.

I saw the brown smear

In the in streetlamp

And my feet were dusty. 

There was reggae pounding in the park

And white flames underfoot. 

Hobbling home I thought

I’d lie in the grass and make poetry.

Instead I let my mother soak my torn nail

In soapy water

And wipe the blood away with a paper towel. 

Later I’ll wash my face

And sleep without a lesson. 

2.98 - L

this year i found friends and a boy and a semblance

of love in a place that had given me nothing but

nostalgia, i spend my days in a house i had hidden

in the back pockets of my brain but in the small moments of

everyday i can’t seem to rid myself of the feeling that

sometimes, maybe i just want to go home.

——

thanks for reading. happy new year’s. 

http://onegirl365days.tumblr.com/ - L

Days I’ve Missed

3/13/11

Now I’m writing a bunch

Of throwaway poems

For days I mysteriously missed

During the year. 

1/24/11

I don’t remember what happened

On the 24^th of January.

I probably had a cold. 

1/25/11

Must have had a cold

I missed today too.

I would have been watching

Gratuitous Futurama

Eating cereal and

Sitting on the bathroom floor

Which is my favorite place. 

1/22/11

That was hardly a poem

What I wrote three days from now

But you can see I’ve given up. 

2/10/11

So much depends upon

Postmodernism interpretation

To see these poems through. 

12/30/11 - A

There’s a gray wave curling on Eve Day Eve

Like a distant mountain.

The shadow of fate

Falls heavy and helpless. 

2.97 - L

in a little more than six months i will be

sitting in a house i can’t remember the color of.

in a little more than six months i will be

looking for you in car windows and store fronts.

in a little more than six months i will inevitably be

disappointed. 

12/29/11 - A

Ms. Hudson would you have covered your face

When you were a wildflower?

I watched you shelter today

In your sweater scarf and hat

Under the sun.

I saw a closed door—

And I saw your eyes behind black plastic

And I apologize for frightening you.  

2.96 - L

poetry is a fickle thing - intended but

never recieved, always with a destination and

without a goal i have tried to capture my essence

in words that worm, hesistating and devious out of my

fingers i have tried to tell you 

how i feel through poems you’ll never read.

2.95 - L

let’s swing, broken from the old oak trees

by the creek - silky slithering ropes tied in bows around

our nodding knecks. let’s sit, wry smiles and 

knocking knees on the back porch of your

grandma’s house. let’s go back to last

never.