All posts tagged: NaPoWriMo2018

NaPoWriMo Wrap Up – Megha Sood

Megha Sood is an avid reader, loves to sing, an ardent lover of poetry and sometimes can scribble few lines too. She has worked in the IT field for almost a decade as a manager, worked crazy hours and traveled around the world. She is also a contributing author at GoDogGO Cafe,Whisper and the Roar and Poets Corner. Her works have been featured in GoDogGoCafe, Whisper and the Roar, Duane Poetree, Visual Verse, Poets Corner, Modern poetry, Spillwords,Indian periodicals and soon to be featured in Literary heist,Morality park, Poets head and many more. You can find her work at meghasworldsite.wordpress.com How it started: This is my first time taking part in NaPOWriMo as I started writing poetry last September. Being on the author panel of few literary collectives, I was already aware of April being the National Poetry Month and I decided to roll out an anthology about the “Sexual Exploitation of Women”on my personal blog .While researching about the National poetry Month I came to know about the #NaPoWriMo started by Maureen Thompson and …

NaPoWriMo Wrap Up – Alison Aldridge

Alison Aldridge is a blogger and writer of fiction novels. Her short romance story was published in the Scribblers Anthology to raise money for the Children’s Hospice. She maintains a personal blog on writing and organic beauty. She has contributed articles to third parties on gaming, fashion industry and writing. She was one of the first featured writers on Opuss for her poetry. Alison has delivered courses to develop the English skills of her students. As well as education, Alison has experience as a model. She is a member of Scribblers, a local writers group and enjoys attending the annual Felixstowe Book Festival. Alison is an active member of many online writing communities. Alison is currently reworking Drift, a coming of age Young Adult novel about a mermaid and first love as well as other YA fiction projects. Why I took the challenge: This was my first year attempting the NaPoWriMo challenge to write 30 poems in 30 days. I hadn’t even heard of the challenge before I started. Posting one poem a day sounded …

NaPoWriMo Wrap Up – Frank Ray/PCGuyIV

While I don’t necessarily hide my real name, as my Smashwords and Facebook accounts both use it, I had started blogging as PCGuyIV well before I had either of those, and just never bothered to change it. I do kind of like the artificial anonymity it provides, but I don’t make a big deal about it if someone actually calls me by my name in a comment. Of course, when I started blogging, I wasn’t doing it for the sake of blogging, but rather for the sake of showing off my skills with HTML and CSS, though I quickly learned to enjoy the writing process as well. But that’s just blogging in general. I didn’t get around to the poetry thing unil a bit later. Whereas my decent into madness…er…I mean, my attempts at blogging began back in 2005, or maybe even earlier, I didn’t start posting poetry on my blogs until 2014. And that brings me to this year, when I found out about NaPoWriMo. I wish I could say exactly what possessed me …

NaPoWriMo – Day Seven: Skin Deep

I keep a shoe box beneath my bed. Some nights, when the curtains are stitched closed, latch drawn windows nailed shut, I fumble with the sellotape seal, nails scrabbling for an edge, ripping slips free with cardboard kisses printed on the undersides.   Folded, wrapped and stacked within, my skins crinkle like tissue.   These are the ones I do not wear in front of other people.   A few I do not recognise. The measurements are not mine, and they swirl and eddie around my limbs like riptides filled with rope.   Once upon a time someone said I would grow into them. My bones would learn how to fit inside another’s flesh without tearing through the seams.   I wonder whose skin they took, when they felt they had to shed their own.  

NaPoWriMo – Day Six: Ippon

Some throws you don’t see until your come back to yourself, recognise patchwork, Styrofoam squares, as ceiling. Understand you’re fallen and the smack of body hitting mat was you. NaPoWriMo Day Six: “write a poem that stretches your comfort zone with line breaks” I’ve moved away from the very short lines of my earlier poems so I decided that I’d go back to that in order to complete the Day Six prompt for NaPoWriMo. I’ve been a little under the weather this week so I’ve managed to fall a day behind unfortunately. Oh well, it’s only a day and I can catch up over the weekend. *Ippon – A winning score in Judo matches

NaPoWriMo – Day Three: SHEEP ARE VERY IMPORTANT!

My Grandfather’s biography would be called ‘I’m sure a bit of string would fix it’. The cover held together with bailer twine splint ended and bright orange beside the tight, crisp pages of neatly suited companions, with their dapper dressed poses, and carefully choreographed covers.     It would be part of the collection. A Night Away For The Nile, Never Going Back To The Bog, Butchers Bike To Farmer’s Wife, Livestock Before Children. A Gate To The Face Or Three, Tales From The Garden Path. Down Drainpipes Up Ladders. Sheep Are Very Important! How To Escape The Country. How To Escape Back To The Country. Why Mad Families Are Worth It. Are You Really Going To Read This? SHEEP ARE VERY IMPORTANT!   It’s almost enough to fill a library. NaPoWriMo Prompt Day Three: A list poems about items with made up names.

NaPoWriMo – Day Two: Heads Or Tails

Heads Or Tails There are cracks in this world too deep for voices to escape from. You know this. Your toes curl around the edges of them, you’ve clung to the sides of them. Fingers scoured on the cliff faces twisted into snarls with your cheek pressed against narrow eyes who know this is not your place is not your time. They have peered beneath the flesh, found the truth of you. That you are not of first quality but of the seconds shop. Discount product to be discounted when you open your mouth because the words will always be cheap, cracked, broken, and miss-formed. This facade is ceramics, fired too hot at the beginning, brittle now in the middle, unstable near the end. You will leave nothing but dust and hollow sounds in your wake.   In your mouth there are earthquakes disguised as whispers. I can see you cowering each time the world trembles at your tongue, convinced their shudders are the warning shots before the roar of disapproval, instead of a thunder …

NaPoWriMo – Day One: Dupe

Dupe When I was told that for two years you squeezed your eyelids shut each time a sneeze scuttled upwards and threatened your sinuses, for fear of them bursting from their sockets, I hid my smile with two hands of guilt. I buried my bead of triumph. That lick of power burning like a forest fire in my lungs as laughter bubbled in its pot threatened to burst the lid, and show the world how much I loved, the idea that I had tricked you. So fully, so unintentionally well that even your best friend failed in convincing you it was a lie. We’re finally here and I’m practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. As with every other year that I’ve taken part, I took one look at the prompt this morning and went “pftt, I can’t write something for that,” and walked away from it. A few hours later the little seed that it left in my brain came up with half an idea and I managed to write a poem for it. …

NaPoWriMo – Early Bird Prompt: Letters To Nowhere

Letters To Nowhere There are no postmarks for lost corners, you can’t address an envelope to the shadows between the pavements slabs where you slipped from reach days before I noticed you were gone.   When my hand closed around thin air I could feel a chord pulling down, yanking through my chest into some deeper part of me, where everything lost collects and vanishes all at once.   The weight of your ghost became a stone knocking against my ribs like the second hand on a clock forever stuck in turning circles coming back to the starting mark over and over again until no one comes to wind it.   I still turn the covers of my bed, expecting to find you inside some nights. Pressed between the sheets as if you’d been there all along simply waiting for me to come back. It is almost too easy to dream. Tomorrow is the first of April and the first day of National Poetry Writing Month! That’s right, thirty days, thirty poems, and a whole …