Category Archives: NaPiWriMo

“Give her my love,” you said. But why should I? Why don’t you do it yourself? And what if I don’t? Perhaps I will do it less sincerely than you would have, Is it the visceral love that cannot bear … Continue reading →

Trees growing in full bloom in Westminster Abbey Policemen with white gloves Trumpets with flags under them (Well trumpets at all, actually) Or streets with no traffic Crowds waiting patiently for a fleeting glimpse People singing hymns Waving flags cheering … Continue reading →

Participants’ Sites http://a-sweetlust.blogspot.com/?zx=cca66e4650e2f315 (erotic) http://anarchistgs.blogspot.com/2011/04/but-now-its-gone-and-i-take-blame-so.html http://www.stankcheese.com/ http://haikugin.tumblr.com/ http://upwardfrog.wordpress.com/ http://stuffwotiwrite.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-my-napowrimo-stuff-so-far-bloody.html http://ksquaredpoetry.wordpress.com/ http://karaelizabethwrites.tumblr.com/ http://snowbourne.blogspot.com/ http://barbaraboethling.blogspot.com/ http://www.maryemoorepoetry.com/ http://insanitation-bubble-attack.blogspot.com/ http://www.na-ba-powrimo.blogspot.com/ http://writersisland.wordpress.com/ http://kinkywaves.wordpress.com/ http://catherineespositoprescott.blogspot.com/ http://knuckle29.blogspot.com/ http://myseptimusstrainoflife.wordpress.com/ http://lightingstrike.tumblr.com/tagged/NaPoWriMo_2011 http://raivenne.wordpress.com/ 2/24

(Upon the occasion of Godrej and Boyce of Mumbai announcing the closure of the world’s last remaining typewriter factory- 27/4/11) And so the typewriter is no more No longer will paper yield to the imprint of keys It’s carriage has … Continue reading →

Her wardrobe was perfectly arranged Clothes precisely by colour and type Material shape size and season Crisp fresh and so lovingly laundered At the bottom shoes ascended in A triumph of organisation. From lowly sensible flats Up to dizzying high … Continue reading →

Her freshly coiffured hair Stopped me in mid pace Perfect make –up, flawless face Her skirt sat crisply upon her hips, Her blouse floated gently down Her shapely legs swished, smooth, sharp and sheer And I thought that I saw … Continue reading →

White or brown Granary or wholemeal Crust or slice Toasted or grilled Light or browned Maybe rotary Jam or marmalade Butter or marge Sometimes honey Whose heady aroma And sweet taste Overwhelms

They sit on my bedroom table Upon my bookshelves In the loft Boxed in my garage A few part read Some cursorily considered Others not even opened Quite silent In supine acquiescence They wait For curiosity or chance To end … Continue reading →

Small medium or large Their allure is the same Oval, hollow, wrapped Succulent satisfying chocolate Best slightly cold Not sticky The halves can be stuck firm Denying burgeoning desires And the first bite On the inside perhaps A further treat … Continue reading →

Reflections on a Tidy -Up Prior to a Wife’s Return from a Few Days Away The Hoover leaves tram marks Like a freshly mown lawn. That nozzle attachment is really useful On stair treads, Grazing with the persistence Of an … Continue reading →