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30/30 Poetry Revisions Challenge (2013)

My Top 6 Poems from the 30/30 Revisions Challenge 2013

By on May 3, 2013

Hello again, digital friends. As of the last day of April, I have been successful in completing my self-imposed 30/30 poetry revisions challenge, and thus, I have conquered National Poetry Writing Month 2013!

A ginormous THANK YOU goes out to everyone who’s been keeping up with my poetic blogging. I…


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30/30 Poetry Revisions Challenge (2013)

Day 30 – A Tanka for Tonika (The Run Series)

By on April 30, 2013


Dark legs like southern
Rivers running north from me.
Only worldly fools
Would feel like I do for you:
A blank page thirsting for ink.


We run through raindrops
To peer from nearby hilltops
Where sky and sea touch.
But as she spots cats in clouds,
I dream to dress her in sun.


Dabbing nail polish


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30/30 Poetry Revisions Challenge (2013)

Day 29 – Things I’ve Never Told My Father

By on April 29, 2013

You’re wrong.
I don’t want to grow up to be like you.
You’re running yourself into the ground
but still refuse to take your foot of the gas pedal.

You can’t understand me;
I still don’t understand myself.

It pisses me off that you weren’t there
for me more when I was a little…


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30/30 Poetry Revisions Challenge (2013)

Day 28 – Foreign Happiness

By on April 28, 2013

When I told my mother one evening over dinner
that I planned to disappear
into the European abyss for the summer,
she looked up coldly from her plate of Prego spaghetti sauce,
Dropped her Oneida silver fork,
and pushed herself away from the aged-oak table.

Halfway down the hall,
she quickly motioned for me…


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30/30 Poetry Revisions Challenge (2013)

Day 27 – Letting Go

By on April 27, 2013

As a self-conscious, twenty-something, white American male,
I possess one original dance move that I’ve perfected
over my many years of awkward social gatherings.
It’s a little one-legged wiggle, quasi-mashed-potato dance jig
performed with arms swinging like I’m wading through a swimming pool.

This is the same singular move that I employed…


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30/30 Poetry Revisions Challenge (2013)

Day 26 – The Smile of Death

By on April 26, 2013

On a hazy Louisiana afternoon,
my father and I were passing the heat
as it melted our days and lives into oblivion.

Reaching for his sweaty jug of water,
he turned from the TV and announced,
“Boy, when I die, I want you to bury me
like a goddamn Cajun Viking.


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30/30 Poetry Revisions Challenge (2013)

Day 25 – Plain-Ass White

By on April 25, 2013

My girlfriend,
a beautiful, brown, leggy gal
with a sharp mind and dagger tongue,
called me “plain-ass white” as a joke last night.

With a gently furrowed brow,
I had to give my rational self a minute to catch up
as I tried to muster an explanation for my mental wincing….


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30/30 Poetry Revisions Challenge (2013)

Day 24 – Walking the Dead on Easter Night

By on April 24, 2013

Right after watching the second
to last episode of the third
season of The Walking Dead,
my girlfriend and I turned
to each other on the sofa
with faces of excited anticipation
when we realized that the finale
would be airing on Easter Sunday.

Neither of us is overtly religious,
But the…


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30/30 Poetry Revisions Challenge (2013)

Day 23 – The Taxonomy of Cosmetics

By on April 23, 2013

I tell her she’s beautiful every morning.
She replies with a slight smile and “well, at least you think that,”
and then drags me into the make-up store.

Sephora, a shop named for ancient Grecian beauty
and the dazzling face of Moses’ faithful wife,
employs a flamboyantly gay, make-up wearing, male elf
and a…


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30/30 Poetry Revisions Challenge (2013)

Day 22 – Wrinkle-Free Shirts

By on April 22, 2013

A friend handed me a birthday giftcard and recommended purchasing wrinkle-free dress shirts.
It was sly and kindly critical – a quiet nudge fueled by caring.

My girlfriend came along to make sure I didn’t acquire more
Of the same solids, same lines, same persistent patterns sewn onto collars.

Fifteen minutes into our…

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