Monthly Archives: April 2016

Bad Poetry Friday

There’s only two more days left in National Poetry Month. Make them count!Tofino 049


Sundays were for sleep

Now the calendar is full

of toddler playdates




Getting jealous thoughts

when I read an amazing book

is how I will fall



Drink coffee coffee

coffee coffee drink coffee

coffee coffee drink



Everything I write

is hot wet garbage left out

for vultures to eat



This would be easy

if I actually said things

that sounded profound



2016 has been a

series of obituary

headlines in papers



Why do I grow old

each day when I still feel young

inside my body?



This month of poems has

flown out the window on a

blustery spring breeze


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Bad Poetry Friday


Sometimes poetry

sneaks up behind you

and taps your shoulder


Sometimes poetry

hides from your heart and the words

slowly disappear


Sometimes poetry

is a cat on a brown couch

teasing a little dog


Sometimes poetry

isn’t anything at all

beacuse your brain hurts


Haiku, I haven’t

forgotten you, even though it

seems like Megan has


My baby waddled

into toddlerhood when

I wasn’t looking


Tiny toddler

is a f-5 tornado

tearing through my house


Summer snuck in while

Spring was busy stopping to

smell the new flowers


I can’t tell which is

worse-this idea or these

poems I dare to write


April brings baseball

cool nights listening to the

radio broadcast


I can’t stop reading

books that make me ugly cry

Shelve them with Kleenex


What if I ran out

of things to say right smack

in the middle of–


Sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep

chasing that dragon nightly

sleep sleep sleep sleep


Today was awful

too many bad things to share

But I ate pizza

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Bad Poetry Friday

April is National Poetry month. Inspired by the amazing Jason Reynolds I am writing a poem a day, though mostly haikus.

These are the poems from April 1st-8th


April is for poems

but I am not a poet

This will surely suck



Haikus are just texts

sent before there were cell phones

poet to poet



Early bird wakes me up

Drinking coffee under the trees

Dad is still asleep




Wherever we go

it always rains on our trips

Metaphor for life?



The tide is too high

for dogs to chase seagulls

Goodbye, Oregon



My kid hogs my bed

steals covers and my pillow

Wish I fit in cribs



Summer has snuck in

much like a teenager who

has broken curfew



I used to dream of

going on wild adventures

Now I dream of naps

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What’s the story behind Pablo, the missing burrito unicorn?IMG_1306

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