(from the NaPoWriMo prompt: [write] a poem based on a news article.)[No.] On the south side of my property is a red flag dangling from a...

(from the NaPoWriMo prompt: write [an ekphrastic] poem from the point of view of one person/animal/thing from Hieronymous Bosch’s famous...

(from the NaPoWriMo prompt: [write a poem following the] “Twenty Little Poetry Projects.” The challenge is to use/do all of the following...

(from the NaPoWriMo prompt: write a poem based on an image from a dream. We don’t always remember our dreams, but images or ideas from...

Sitting by the glass doors my back porch beyond sipping coffee and waiting for my whole wheat English muffins— that I made after watching...

(from the NaPoWriMo prompt: Today’s prompt (optional, as always) asks you to make use of our resource for the day. First, make a list of...

(from the NaPoWriMo prompt: write a poem about a specific place.) <Perhaps dinner is not a place to most, but when you don't really grow...

In the bio they asked me to write, I say, “Lived on four continents with five dogs and one husband,” but I left out the part where my...

Here we go again! 30 poems in 30 days. I'll be posting the prompts with my attempt at responding the prompt each day in April. (Last year...

(from the Early Bird napowrimo prompt: write a poem about your favorite bird.) If there is a bird that darts, flits and fros, zigs, pops,...

To say that March has been difficult would be, of course, a gross understatement. The world has ended and we are just starting to figure...

Celebrate World Poetry Day! https://www.un.org/en/observances/world-poetry-day

from Ancient Memories Sometimes, in January, the air warms up and the snow melts, warnings of fog are issued and my dog is confused by...

Last night one too many Irish coffees & dithering about plans for today Sun rise, deep fog in the trees black brown red fingers pointing...

“Wow, these are a booger! I think they hired a bunch of three-year-olds…” He is untwining Christmas lights from a box. I did not put them...

When I was younger, if my socked-foot had started to slip while I was peeing into the toilet, I have no doubt that I would have reined in...

cold mornings when my bare feet slip on the bathroom’s tiled floor and robins preen in front of our porch a deer starts in the yard when...

There is a pin oak behind my house leaning west over the porch. In the right season, acorns begin dropping on the bleached,...

>Thank you, James (www.jamesbrandess.com/@jamesbrandess) for the inspiration and the art. You help us all to define "Saugatuck." I know a...

(Or: On Being Married to a Struggling Writer During National Poetry Writing Month) I said to him: This prompt is hard. How am I supposed...