30 Poems in 30 Days

30 Poems in 30 Days
NaPoWriMo
A Project for National Poetry Writing Month

Thursday, April 30, 2026

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 30 Matter of Fact

A Few Facts About Spirits

any interest they might have in you

    is heat-driven

most are not lost in fact

    they love maps       especially hand-drawn ones

        of invented realms   but they navigate by a kind of

spiritual gps   you wouldn't understand


       they favor autumn  and spring as more liminal

                

            and are known to inhabit empty shoes briefly before moving on

to woolen pockets of favorite cardigans

       and yes, the part about blue glass on bottle trees is true

pipe smoke and incense feel the same

        like ice and stone     grass and whiskers

they can't even pretend to eat the food we set out for them

          and are nothing like us   in shape or size or capacity   

except in the permanent degree

of longing









    
      


Na/GloPoWriMo Day 29 Past & Present

BC

after diagnosis
the world divided 
ill and well
doomed and destined
lovers      children sledding
their parents     the neighbors
out walking their dogs
well well all well

also your life BC
all those photos
taken before
who were you then
all well and still chronically
depressed?    who were you
in your plaid shirt
at the Shaker Village
breathless but enjoying
yourself in the last few
days before knowing what
you have?  And now
living with it
who will you become?


Tuesday, April 28, 2026

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 28 Three Beats

Rain in the Trees 



Yes, we needed the rain's

glisten and hiss. How can  

we truly know what's in it

for the trees? Our imagistic 

expertise though copious 

and evergreen falls short.

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 27 A Poem of Instruction

 

Benevolent Mystery

they say wherever you go
your footsteps draw light
leave glowing pools behind


that your breath lifts and holds
the weakest hummingbirds
in their last migrating miles

wherever you go
the people stop shouting
and begin to sing

old men worked to breaking
in mines take up charcoal and scrawl
prescient verses on city walls

everyone becomes kind
tending the sick and lonely
wherever you go

you teach them that
wherever you go 
there you are


Monday, April 27, 2026

Na/Glo/PoWriMo Day 26 Ars Poetica

 Ars Poetica/Ubi Sunt

a long-time empty house at an odd bend in the now seasonal road
cow pond glinting back May clouds and silver light sky
ponderous barn still somehow there
covered in creeper vine      red boards gone bone gray
to match the poor house    all its windows punched out
mailbox askew     driveway full of junked pickups
one long dead Ford tractor still in the doorless shed

at your feet   a line of cloven crescents 
trail through drying mud    and just like that
you recall the kitchen there   full of hunters
MacGregor plaid jackets   suspenders and boots
smell of snow-wet wool and blood     sweat and cigarettes  coffee
that frigid morning (how many years now?) just out walking
to take in all the land     ice crusted streams and mountains
frozen cow pond trying to shimmer in weak winter sun

you'd come knocking to inquire about the brown van
abandoned  sunk to its axels in red mud a half mile down
near the creek  before the little cabin
blocking the whole narrow road

they shrug     it isn't theirs
offer whiskey-spiked coffee
ask who your people are
(you're Mary's granddaughter)

with little prompting
they tell about the kills that brought
three gutted bucks to hang antlers down
from the maple's branches by the porch
counting the points    one has twelve
and spins gently from his roped hind ankles
in the winter wind

after coffee   a smoke with the guys
you walk home writing 
the poem in your head
and nowhere else until now












Saturday, April 25, 2026

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 25 Metaphor Workout

Peonies

because peonies bloom here in April

i put them in these poems

and risk pathetic fallacy to say they are

patience in green-pink pods

or longing  or delight's sudden appearance

after rain  pink sun on a stem

unfurling fragrance

establishment

purveyor of ants to the kitchen table

cheerleaders in a blue glass pencil skirt

puffed mothers of song

saints of the desired

beloved

beloved

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 24 Nocturne (still catching up)

 Nocturne


Nightbirds sing in the holly tree just outside my window

a trilling ode to darkness, then call and response

my old dog snores through his long ShihTzu body

stretched out on the rug

one by one the houses up and down the street

go dark, bedtime stories read, dishes done

and the small dragon that lives in the Cooper Creek culvert

stirs herself on her pile of gleaming stones

begins her nightwatch, spreads her sturdy wings

and glides along the rooftops, keeping her red eyes peeled

and her fires stoked


Friday, April 24, 2026

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 23 An Almost Villanelle But Not Really

I Write These Poems at Night


I write these poems at night
which means I'm tired
and not quite right

A prompt to form 
a gauntlet cast
I write these poems at night at last

they will not form accordingly
nor take on formal qualities
these poems are not quite right

I hear a longing voice proclaim
to wrap the poems in cellophane
the ones I write at night

the morning poems are not the same
but these failed half-baked delights
are poems I write at night

who knew I'd write a poem today
divine tips who can say
these poems are not quite right
the ones I write at night







Wednesday, April 22, 2026

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 22 Conversation with Self

 The Crow Dilemma


I woke with a crow standing on the pillow next to my head
telling me what to do. Caw! Get up and make me some french fries.
After breakfast, my jet black feathered friend said to me
Go out into your day knowing the only forces
that matter are elemental. Also if you pay attention
you might figure out how to fly instead of wasting
all your time avoiding the work you know you have
to do.
So I paid attention but could never quite figure
out the flying part, and kept avoiding work. Crow
was disappointed but not surprised. So he built
a roost in the rafters and summoned the whole extended
family to move in. Sometimes I hear him above the racket
scolding me a little, reminding me not to fall for his tricks.



Tuesday, April 21, 2026

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 21 They Called Me

 They Called Me


Moose, Jr.

like Gretchen

a big boxy girl

who lived up 

the street, Moose,

The Bigger, she's

a brick house

mighty mighty

I was Moose,

The Shorter

a younger version

just as chubby 

they said

I let it all hang out

became Lizzie

after my Confirmation name

Saint Elizabeth they

chanted Lizzie is a Lezzie

at summer camp but

we all were then

and when I went out

as a short-haired 

boy in a ballcap

I'd be Lee for no 

reason except 

it was shorter

my last first name

syllable spelt wrong

on purpose to be familiar

a beloved blue jeans brand

or else it would be L-i-e

and nobody wants

to be called that

in Spanish class

I was Leanna which

wasn't Spanish but

something I'd invented

to sound that way

and passing notes

with Nancy was I Star

or Moon or was she?

My many names nest one

inside another

matryoshka-ed

self-contained





Na/GloPoWrMo Day 20 Animal

 



Na/GloPoWriMo Day 19 A Flower Poem

 



Sunday, April 19, 2026

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 18 Adventure Song Snippet


Among the Folk

small creatures only some may see

dance beneath the gold oak tree

and sing of dreams

and longings


small creatures may be creaturely

and shape themselves mysteriously

to sing of dreams

and longings


such creatures dance inside our dreams

bright in our imaginings

they sing our dreams

and longings

Saturday, April 18, 2026

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 17 Poem Responding to a Favorite Poem

T
To Elizabeth

"The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster."
                            Elizabeth Bishop


I saw the movie of your tragic love affair
with Lota, and my friend said I look
like the actress who played her but
more than resemblance I wished
for a lover-patroness like her who would build
me a little house on a Brazilian hillside
because she loved my poems and by proxy
me and, like you, I'd be swept off my
feet but would soon be chafing against
 all trappings (see how that works) of
       love, how I always have done, all         
       these years, make a trick of my heart,  
or take a fake stance perhaps to keep
       me at a loss when it comes
       to love's trappings
    
    t  
of 

I

I

Thursday, April 16, 2026

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 16 Nature as Teacher

 


Bosque


green breath 

rooted and reaching 

small mammals burrowed by day

bowered creatures aloft

beetles and bees

moths and

salamanders

and creek water

sunlight sometimes

starlight sometimes

a slice of moon


the deepest forest speaks

satisfaction

itself

complete


Wednesday, April 15, 2026

Na/Glo/PoWriMo Day 15 A Different Kind of Love Poem


 

More Love, This Loss


you in your part of this story write the scene

inside family inside grief's space

we don't ask but feel the question

where to put the love that went there now?

a melody in the key of loss

disappears into thin air like a wish

and still the circle holds

more love

pouring in



Tuesday, April 14, 2026

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 14 Poetry and Technology

 

With My Eyes Closed



the horses appear just before sleep

i turn from the model-t, let the crank dangle

make a poem make a poem make a poem

but all the driving has left me dumb

so i stand among the mares

who whicker and nuzzle my face and neck

i know i will never drive

again

Monday, April 13, 2026

Na/Glo/PoWri/Mo Day 13 A Fanciful/Mythic/Real Landscape

Summer Poem


I set out to dream the thing

to call it back, to fold that memory

up like a picnic blanket

& carry it home full 

of sand, cracker crumbs & sticky


with red Hi-C. Summer days

sun-stunned lake lovers we

waited dutifully 30 minutes

after eating -- salami sandwiches

crinkled chips, two dark purple

little plums each -- to charge back 

into chill flat water gleaming like

a tarnished tea service tray

this dream of those days slathered

in CopperTone come what may.


Sunday, April 12, 2026

Na/Glo/PoWriMo Day 12 Memory of a Relative

My Aunt Refused to Cook It


one of my girl cousins took me 

out back to look

at the dead fawn in the shed

rigored and spotted

on its back

legs bent in

the air as if

striding as if about

to leap

no bigger

than their irish setter

her dad my uncle

had shot 

that baby

an accident

and brought 

it home

on purpose

why?

didn't want

to waste

the meat

cousin said

i made that week

for uncle

seven mouths

to feed but

fawn meat

we girls vowed

not to eat

and went to sleep

on hunger strike

that left him

livid







Na/GloPoWriMo Day 11 Blackout Poem

A Covenant People


so we became
Image by Marthalsermon Art
 a covenant people
people of the scorching wind
struck by the sun people who
cut through mountains
come from afar
beside springs of water
or not

yea
an amnesiac people
can a mother
forget her infant? 
be without
the child of her
womb? 

i will never forget you

people 
become story
word aloud
become scrolls
become 
sung from


Inspired by and snipped from Isaiah 49:8-15


Saturday, April 11, 2026

Na/Glo/PoWriMo Day 10 Grief and Containment


What My Friend Did a Few Months Later


she took a picture of him to the bar on their wedding anniversary 

put his leather coat and favorite fedora

on the chair beside her 

ordered sausage pizza 

two glasses of chianti 

did her best

not to cry


the bar man who had known them both and wouldn't

let her pay     lifted the other glass

to hers in honor

of the day

Friday, April 10, 2026

No/Glo/PoWriMo Day 9 Animal


Buho


late afternoon 

patio  

perfect weather day

a marTINY in hand

because I can never

finish

a whole one

and

an owl 

right there

in the neighbor's

just leafing

pin oak

bwohoohoohoo

spring serenade

oh! i am ever

yours 

sipping from 

your perfect 

hands

what

your hands

have made







Wednesday, April 8, 2026

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 8 Repetition


Western 

you will know me by that scent

announcing itself across the rangy desert 

petrichor and gin   creosote       sage    


you will know me by what i drag

through dirt       the bundle of busted up beliefs

wrapped in wishes tied 

    with fraying rope


air pulsing rumble breath      wannabe thunder

more moan      more E flat blues


you will know me by the longing

i summon in you 

                    to be shaped


        how i shape you so you can't say

who wanted you this way first

rode hard     hung up  


beautiful


    argent      blue     etched against night sky


every shape of you

bejeweled


lavish  drops      longing still   unmeasured



you 

all my treasure


Tuesday, April 7, 2026

Na/Glo/PoWriMo Day 7 Snap Crackle


Possum Song in Outer Space

possum got her babies in her pocket

say marsupial, soup soup supial

possum got her babies on her back

and in in her pocket, nobody

gonna knock it cause they all get around

and black outer space got folks in a rocket

coming down coming down

from the dark side of the moon

coming down

to where the possum got her babies

all up in her pocket say marsupial

soup soup supial say




Monday, April 6, 2026

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 6 A Little Surreal

 Say What?

my husband insists i watch the dog play volleyball

not AI he says   too uneven       but hella cute 

black border collie nosing the ball     over a regulation net or

right above his teammate's hands     for the set up    we assume

the human is the collie's     both     marvelous   & 


winning in hot sand      human

hot & hunky in speedos     canine teammate     telepathic   limber & lithe

  alert to ball descending      the leap              airborne     dark shadow twirling

dervish     dreaming     

Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 5 Hate That

 Problem with the Country


the would-be king is mental
loco off his noggin and could

be pathetic except for the fact
(i would wager) his soul
and Satan's are one and the same

i don't take declaring someone
the devil's work lightly
but some are easy to spot

things they say
and do or 
don't do
it has never been more true

than now when he says kill
them all let Allah sort them

not exactly in those words
but just as psychopathic

wickedness cloaked
as strategy

and the problem with the country
the problem with the country now
is not him actually but
the rest of us who 
(yes me yes you)
put him in charge









Sunday, April 5, 2026

Na/Glo/PoWriMo Day 4 The Weather



Maybe, But


I want to be happy about spring

in Tennessee

        how it arrives in tentative pushing

ups, green shoot, quiet violet

                tiny hyacinths bubbling along

                the sidewalk, yellow swish of forsythia

daffodil flounce

                at last cherries and dogwoods 

    

temperatures careen up 

            and down our measures

                                wet air rumbles the frothy skies

circling her winds

Friday, April 3, 2026

Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 3 -- Profession


 

What Am I Paying Her For?


I thought she 

would piece

the whole puzzle 

put the house in order, solve

the riddle of difficult me, but

all she did


was hand me

my own key


Thursday, April 2, 2026

Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 2 -- Memory

 Big Feelings


all feelings big then
at eight, at twelve
pure longing caught
in a square
body, a nose
always running
couldn't
sport around
too clumsy
for bats and bases
racquets and fuzzy
yellow balls
but not ballet
my chunk
of a girl body
at barre, en pointe
counted in french 
like i was 
somebody like
i could fly


Wednesday, April 1, 2026

Na/glo/powrimo 2026 Day 1 Tanka

 Tanka for My Old Poems


old poems show up like

unexpected visitors

shake rain out from cloaks

puddling my mind's cluttered room

full moon shines in every drop