Rabbit Room Poetry is facilitating a poem-a-day challenge for the month of November! With #NaNoWriMo officially done, this is a hijacking af...

In The Interval In which I contemplate the state of things while sipping lemonade in the kitchen Genre/#Words Surreal Prose Poem/100 PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot This week I am upcycling a previous piece written in April 2024 for NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Month) where the challenge was to write a surreal prose poem. The original was 275  words (you may read the original…

"April Fools" writing prompt

My collage, above, is the featured image for the Wee Sparrow Press Ekphrastic Challenge this month. You can read about how to enter here. I did this as one of a group of NaPoWriMo circle images and…

Orange RoseOctober twelfth nineteen ninety-sixTraditional Columbus DayTaking photos on the stepsAlbright Knox Art GalleryRockwell Hall – Alma materOn top his shoulders risqué kicksTraditional…

#NaPoWriMo Day 24 and I wrote a piece of free verse inspired by the prompt “an Inconvenience Store”, after something in a conversation with one of my partners sparked the notion. I started riffing on what books in an inconvenience store would be like, and then this poem turned up later. Remember that, if you’re a subscriber to my Patreon, you can hear a recording of this piece (and the twenty-three preceding it) there. The link to the relevant post is here: https://www.patreon.com/fayroberts/posts/franchise-168468340 --- The opening hours are on a rota, operating on base thirteen-and-a-half, and staff aren’t expected to start until half an hour past the advertised time (if you can find it). The push-to-open door is marked Pull, and the chime it summons does so somewhere in the range beyond human hearing, endearing itself to a range of nearby creatures. Every knife is as blunt as your uncle, made up for by the teaspoons, scooping their scalpel way free of all confinement, which is how they hide after purchase. The labels for the food are all in Ge’ez, directions to the exits in Quipu, while the WiFi password changes every 49 minutes, a blend of Tagalog and Tengwar. Welcome to the books section, where nearly every volume is the second of a trilogy, and printed in point 2 or 200, the paper gossamer-thin or thick as vellum. The shopping baskets have one handle each, the trolleys, once you’ve prised one from its mate, have wheels that are distinctly non-Euclidean, myriad, or solo. If you’re interested in opening your own branch of the singular Inconvenience Store, the application forms are comprehensive, and only accessible on Internet Explorer 4. Don’t ask about the bags. Trust us. Oddly enough, I made this one myself. (Yes, there’s an alt-text transcription!)

Issue #92 David Rosenthal The Prompt Let words appear as thoughtlessly as thoughts in meditation. Let them come and go, and do not be attached to them, or let them set themselves in stone. Just see…

Another shadow poem written during NaPoWriMo and published four years ago in the New England Review. Like most shadows coming from eastern Europe, mine is furtive and mischievous. An impish shadow,…