Progress: This is today’s poem, another pantoum (a bit broken, and without the changing meanings for the repeated lines that make me so love pantoums), written last night. I figure since it’s too slight to be published, I’d post it here where some people might get a kick out of it. The entire poem consists exclusively of things I overheard him saying.

 

My Husband Plays World of Warcraft

 
There’s me, dying.
I’m going to need some heals here.
Seriously, I’m about to die.
Shit, I got hit.

I’m going to need some heals here —
not to tell you how to do your job or anything.
Shit, I got hit again.
Yeah, 300% damage.

Not to tell you how to do your job or anything,
but I’m getting my shit knocked here:
300% damage,
alright? I understand how this works now.

I’m getting my shit knocked here —
seriously, I’m about to die.
Alright, I understand how this works now.
And, I’m dead.

 

Prompt for today: from the P&W Speakeasy, “the scent of ______.”

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Progress: Just finished a somewhat prescriptive but nonetheless fairly good pantoum on gender in society and so forth.

Prompt for today: Write an acrostic about camels. I know it’s for kids, but it’s got a picture you can colour, which is about the speed I’m up for on this Friday night after this longass week.

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Progress: I’m caught up! I wrote a decent poem about marriage with a few brilliant lines, including one about the squirrel I killed on the way in to work this morning, and a very short, slight rhyming thing which is a bit of a squib.

Prompt for today: Writer’s Digest does regret.

In other news, Amaze: The Cinquain Journal has just published one of my sonnets. No, I’m just kidding, it’s a cinquain. Also in this issue are two by Peg Duthie.

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Progress: Wrote a deliberately shitty poem on Monday just to get it done, and yesterday wrote a mediocre pantoum which might be salvageable. Tonight, instead of writing a poem, I worked on website design and went out to dinner with Alan. I’ll try to catch up (yet again) tomorrow. I could write another deliberately shitty poem, but am going to try not to just phone it in twice in a row.

Prompt for today: Read Write Poem is doing lists.

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