In a few weeks / the school year will end
The summer weeks / will begin

After that / we’ll all start / again
Next school year

Me with new students
You in a new grade / with new teachers

You won’t stop being my student
You just won’t be in my class / everyday / anymore

/ / /

This poem was written to the day thirty prompt at Poetic Asides to write a stop or don’t stop poem.

River Remix

I sat on the rock just down from the bridge,
Its steel looming there, a confirmation
That, though I had crested the hill, the ridge,
I could not escape civilization.
It is not that I had turned my back
On humanity, but that I had put
Before me what I had sought to unpack,
Why I had come to the river barefoot:
To think, yet to slip into unthought,
To listen to and watch the river flow,
And to regard fully what I had brought:
Feeling ungrateful and a little low.
And as I climbed again back to the road,
I found my shameful thoughts dimmed and slowed.

/ / /

This poem was written to the day twenty-eight prompt at Poetic Asides to write a remix poem. I’ve remixed “River” – a free verse poem from day two over at NaPoWriMo – into a sonnet.

Duplex (Though I read the directions)

Though I read the directions
I did not know how to get there

     Not knowing how to get there
     I asked for help

I asked for help as best I could
But did not make myself understood

     Making myself understood
     Has long eluded me

What has long eluded me
Is understanding myself

     Trying to understand myself
     Has lead me to many places

For all the many places inside myself
There are no directions to read

/ / /

This poem was written to the day twenty-seven prompt at Poetic Asides to pick a direction. I also incorporated the day twenty-six prompt at NaPoWriMo to write a poem centered around repetition. I was very much inspired by Jericho Brown’s poem “Duplex (I Begin With Love)”.

Evening Dress

I put on my evening dress
And went out for a casual stroll

The sidewalk grew perfectly flat
Tree roots subsided / cracks disappeared

Wheelchairs and strollers rolled smoothly
People began to dance

A little soft shoe / a little slide
Music came from everywhere

Measured was the music
And the hearts of the people were calm

As their bodies swayed into parallel lines
New line dances were invented

Every move was so smooth
All rhythm no blues

A steady beat to the music
Everyone finding a partner

They were on the same level
They looked directly into each other’s eyes

Everything was right
Everything was true

Until I ended my stroll
In my evening dress

/ / /

This poem was written to the prompt at Poetic Asides for day twenty-six to write an evening poem.

The Old Theater

i used to be a passage
people would walk down me

to their seats / to join
their friends and family

then people walked out
without saying goodbye

what am i without my function?
now i’m an ex aisle

/ / /

This poem was written to the exile prompt at Poetic Asides for day twenty-five.

Complete Blank

I’ve drawn a complete blank / see it’s right there in invisible ink
a prank from my younger days

okay / but seriously

the blank page taunts me / is daunting
completely unlike a kindergartner in a white sheet
dressed for Halloween as a ghost
haunting me

they’re not scary
maybe they’re funny / or better yet cute
but they’re not scary

that’s the trick
to the treat of conquering
the blank page

/ / /

This poem was written to the “Complete (blank)” prompt at Poetic Asides.


The notion of / usually / structures
Are widely used / in disciplines theory / and linguistics

A correspondence between two
One may write / in place of / relation

Binary relation / need not coincide

Finite representations / suppose / one can describe this
respectively / the intersection

These points / denoted / by symbols

The corresponding elements / are connected
Thus / correspondence / is represented

Zero / is the empty correspondence
Identity / consisting of / the domain of definition

Any correspondence / establishes closure

/ / /

This poem was written to the correspondence prompt at Poetic Asides. It is also a found poem, using the definition of correspondence from the Encyclopedia of Mathematics.


The one thing I didn’t want to do / was draw actual scenes
That were taking place in the book.

Mostly / I did portraits / of the characters
And did little spot illustrations
That were / mostly / meant to provide mood
And atmosphere.

I tried not / to draw the monsters.

I just wanted to create a mood
And not tell the reader too much.

I like illustration, but as a guy reading a book
I don’t want an artist telling me
This is how these guys look.

/ / /

This poem was written to the sketch prompt at Poetic Asides for day twenty-one. This also happens to be a found poem, the words coming from an interview with Mike Mignola.