Residue 

My alma mater has a group of us who are banding together for April to achieve a writing goal during National Poetry Month, yay! I just read the first email complete with a poem and writing prompts.

As expected, a prompt led Word Raccoon WAY off topic, but the poems aren’t necessarily to be shared, anyway. At least not yet though it sounds like some virtual open mics might happen this month.

Anyway, I’m grateful for these lovely people. The program is so large now I don’t know everyone, but they are still my “writing family.” 

This morning, after reading the featured poem and the writing prompts, I wrote a poem called “Residue.” I revised it, just once, but pretty extensively. 

It’s not just a notebook poem or I’d share it here. This one wants to be something. It has a panther, a gun, moths, and dirty dishwater in it. 

I know, I know. 

I have the title for a second poem written down, too: “Self-Haunting Oven.”

Hey, you should never have tried to move me off the domestic dime, life. I’ve just doubled down on the importance of it, LOL. Half kidding. I think that will be a fun poem to write. 

I ended up submitting to a total of 15 places yesterday. Am I tired? 

Absolutely. 

I didn’t expect to have poem-writing energy this morning, but I’m grateful as it helped me reshape some memories. 

You know, you don’t have to be a part of a writing cohort to write something every day. Almost every day. Hell, try once a week. You just have to fire that G-D inner critic. Forgive me for interrupting the eating of your Wheaties but when did Herbert ever do anything for you, anyway? He’s an asshat. 

Word Raccoon is just here for the Coke Zero this morning. She’s yawning like she doesn’t have places to be today. 

Gorl, plz.