You never forget your first. —May Not yet, May 1st begins in less than half an hour, but let’s have a look at the last poetry challenge for this month: Challenge 30: “I’d like you to take your cue from Borges, and write a poem … Continue reading Day 30: The month of firsts
I must tell you something before April 1st gets here, or nobody is going to believe it. For some deeply hidden reasons I have signed up for Na/GloPoWriMo which stands for National/Global Poetry Writing Month, which is April, which starts tomorrow. I have promised (to … Continue reading WPC: Rise or set?
Sometimes, rarely, I do what I’m told. If not today, on the first day of spring and World Poetry Day, when then? I love coming across new sources of inspiration, kicks in the behind, reasons to act. One of such is provided on the blog … Continue reading Spring for a cup of poem
Today I’m playing basketball again. Or rather I keep throwing the battered soccer ball, left behind by two kids of the family who moved out and on, to the net-less hoop they had set up the pine tree while the dog looks on perplexed. Every … Continue reading Basketball
Last week I saw more snakes than in all four years before. Three: first the couple and then one more, closer to home. Dark, almost black they were. From my spot on the station that I occupy daily give or take I notice them … Continue reading Two snakes