particular sounds of freedom

I’d like you to write a poem that explicitly incorporates alliteration (the use of repeated consonant sounds) and assonance (the use of repeated vowel sounds).

blurred blinding bliss! to
acknowledge the false accolades and
liberate the list of little lies
that shape your life

berate the behemoth blob
who can’t, or won’t, use the internet

blow away the blight of desire
accept the access you’ve been denying
you are kin, kindred, you came here already
and kept offering me kisses

lineage implies boldness in the meek
i must roar, though i am tiny
i just be nomad, lion, wandering so
i must not be as afraid as i thought
i am still here,
breathing

9

Because today is the ninth day of NaPoWriMo, I’d like to challenge you to write a nine-line poem.

sometimes i lose my hope
when the miracles have gone
my kind invented walls and wars
boxes cages bricks and bars
separation built of sticks
spilling blood that should not mix
signs to say who cannot come
bending fire into guns

some nights my hope is done

black joy

Today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that relies on repetition. It can be repetition of a phrase, or just a word.

i opened the box to my black joy
it spilled out it covered my fingers
i wiped my tears away
i streaked my face with this smudge
this shade this shadow
this sweet dust
this star space
this shimmering surreal sidewalk
on a new york night

i had been dancing in my black joy
body rolling against strangers
who were all so shocked i was glee
ecstacy, was unbroken
was in my power
was magic
was spinning a golden thread
from my left hip
off that rooftop in brooklyn

long before i learned to cultivate black joy
i found myself feeling whole
because something showed through
the fog and the Secret
the life death life death in my heel
the held breath
the faux goddess
the running and running and running –
i showed through

i got gathered into black joy
got delivered got spent
got lifted up and plunged deep down
got left with
gifted and offered
got caught by
and filled up to overflowing with
got spilled over my own edges
with black joy

6 ways to see tonight

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that looks at the same thing from various points of view. The most famous poem of this type is probably Wallace Stevens’ “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”. You don’t need to have thirteen ways of looking at something – just a few will do!

one missile is a devastation. what are we?

learning that under the armor, everyone (can this be true?) is a beloved.

(celebrate, my dream is in the hands of my loved ones…plant that feeling under the others.)

there’s a black writerwoman named shonda and she has learned how to take my breath away.

nothing keeps away the memories when you’re ready you’ll remember what happened to (all) the children, you’ll ask why do we hurt little ones?

in nine days, no one with a backbone will pay their taxes.

napowrimo: love notes to black liberation

this is my third year (i think) of doing national poetry writing month (napowrimo). looking forward to it. the first time was random, the second time i did a sci fi queer love story. this month my work will be various love notes to black liberation. i’ll follow the prompts they offer if they feel right.

prompt: write a Kay-Ryan-esque poem: short, tight lines, rhymes interwoven throughout, maybe an animal or two, and, if you can manage to stuff it in, a sharp little philosophical conclusion.

but i promised
more than i spoke my own name
shameless and blame free
to god, to artemis
to fred, to elouise:
if i see my whole face
my real face
i will love it, honest

i missed it
more than the sun rose
than the waves smashed in
shaping shells, cracking bones
than the sleep crept over me
foggy sun, day is done
it was t/here all along
i was taught to fear it
sheer terror when alone in it

my whole life
the whole night
was watching me
was pitch black
was star sprung
waiting to see
me see her