Monthly Archives: March 2019

Self Portrait as Gaia – NaPoWriMo – Early-Bird

Here we go! An early-bird challenge on the eve of National Poetry Month. Today’s challenge for NaPoWriMo: to write a poetic self-portrait. And specifically, we’d like you to write a poem in which you portray yourself in the guise of a historical or mythical figure.

Self Portrait as Gaia

born of Chaos, the gaping
void; she who always was
and is, who in primordial
confusion, fashioned me
from the ooze, greening,
mountains rising from the
seas, caressing the shore
to fields a-flowering amidst
cool springs bubbling into
streams that swell into
rivers…I sigh and a million
stars light the sky as
darkness cloaks the
gloaming, come the dawn


March Pi-Archimedes #31


somewhere there’s a
fluttering its delicate wings
chaos, soft, waves of air
bellowing, swelling into tempests…change…somewhere there’s a butterfly


And…that’s a wrap. 31 days of pi-archimedic perfection. I have loved this form. April is poetry month. My usual micro-shorts will be replaced by NaPoWriMo offerings each day. Summoning the Muse! Let the words flow!

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 31 March 2019

This was a week filled with the usual chaos we have become accustomed to. That is perhaps, the greatest tragedy of all; the fact that we are not surprised. But I am comforted by the fact that everything is temporary. Everything. Do-overs are nature’s gift to us. Life to death to life, messy and unruly, perfection in the imperfect. Perfection.

This week’s ReVerse brushes the cusp of perfection. It was a week of beautiful words amidst the chaos, in spite of it. Sometimes I am surprised by life. I’ve learned to savor those moments. To pause and take it all in. To sigh. To allow it to take my breath away, surrendering to each tiny death, life trembling in the wings.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 31 March 2019

can we know
she is like a penny, face up, begging
in the din is truth they’re trying to hide
shed a tear
let’s just do what we came here for
with prideful, power hungry idolators
unwitting onlookers, deadly, as a spider spinning its web
the gloaming fades into night
some blood is like water spilt, evaporating
for one glorious day in the sun
you tell me i’m perfect


A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.

March Pi-Archimedes #30

blind love

you say i’m
even when i’m feeling
you tell me i’m perfect
just as i am, it’s true, love is blind


The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.



risking all
against the odds,
spring calling, that
seduces buds to bloom,
a labor of love, despite
the lingering threat of winter,
for one glorious day in the sun


A Nonet for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge, Synonyms Only, Prompt Words: Hobby – labor of love, passion and Play – risk, odds.

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