Notes from Spring

By Alexandria Somirs

For me I’m very confused of what to be.

I lay in wake of Winter’s passiveness.

She kissed me goodnight, before Autumn took flight.

I fell away while Winter stayed.

But waking now, Winter has cast her ice on me.

I try to warm her up to me, but she revolts with passive aggressiveness.

The more I wake, the less I see of her.

I walk, I run, I scour the lands until Winter slips

Away from me.


Photo by Alexandria Somirs

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At Home in Mowbray

By Sebastian Temlett

                                                             She visited my room today

Falling gently on my wallF1060026 (2)

She touches my sheets, my skin

Complete and soft in her embrace

Allowing for the hard shadows

That spring up behind each

Lump and bump

Each imperfection

                                                                  The texture of lives

She has passed through cloudF1040002

Thick and set

And below, each rising

Wisp before the mountain face

Extends a ghostly arm

In plaintive plea

Then snarls into monstrosity

As its vapours find their end

and trail out

 

And swallows dance their belies full

Above powerlines and hard edged roofs

As people hole up inside

With stucco hearts and

Lonely conversation

 

And she emerges as she falls

So gently on my pillow now

As it begins to rain outside


Photo by Sebastian Temlett

5/30

by Katelynne Davis

Yesterday was his birthday
I think
I remember, suddenly, walking home
And I wonder if I should say anything
This date I pick-pocketed, and saved
I could, offhand, be the Wilde in Whitman’s den
but I let it pass
enjoying that I can
He was drunk last night, or the night before
without me, drinking whiskey
that alone is a crime
but the rest, I can forgive
Today is your birthday
my meilleuse amie
and I
sprint, just to go to the post office
to send your letter on time
and I
marvel at what my body can do
despite
all it has endured,
all it has given up.

NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, or 30/30, is a Poem-A-Day challenge in the U.S. after the Academy of American Poets declared April to be National Poetry Month in 1996 (making this year the 20th anniversary). At the end of the month, challenge-takers have 30 poems, roughly one each day of the month.