Junkyard 2 Week 10

"God is cruel. Sometimes he makes you live"

Stephen King

Junkyard 1 Week 10

"I can see the universe from here
My prospective perch in this town called Jupiter
There isn’t a soul in my atmosphereBut myself and a solo tear"


"When You See"

Junkyard 4 Week 9

"Tears on your pillow will dry and you will learn
Just how to love again
Oh my weeping willow
Let your leaves fall and return
Oh darling the seasons are your friend"


Sia "Death By Chocolate"

Junkyard quote 3 Week 9

"Here is the truth:
my trust is a beast.
Consuming my lungs
and spilling fatal secrets
through my tongue."


paintmesecure.tumblr.com

Free Write week 9

An anxious kind of boyish man stands on the egg cooking curb,
his shirt soaked in pod liquor grease, he likes to slow cook
like his bag of boiled peanuts he won't open.
I'll stand with him for one of those nubbly little meat
nuts. He sees me looking out with my sweatshirt on
and gives me a vegan smile. I turn back to my
baloney sandwich and bite it with my meat teeth.
I crank the mayonnaise caked bread to the roof
of my mouth. I let it warm up use my tongue to
ice shave it off. Now I have mushy bread that slips
slowly down my throat as I fog from the inside.

Improv week 9

From Masque by Trisha Edwards

"There's something about having no face that makes everyone a ghost. "
They wear their norms and sink in the new black shadows.
Everyone wants their dense fix at the social drug store.
The earth creates a new rack of people every 100 years,
new, unplaydoughed minds, to train in air conditioning and
classical music. Add some glazed power points and commerce
sized bubblegum and they learn to plant grey.

Sign Inventory Week 9

 Erika Meitner Domestic Spasm
Most of the sentences start with we. There are many scenes that the speaker goes through with their partner. The sees her and her partner as blending in even though there are many descriptions of them as abnormal ( gypsies, explorers, sleeping on fire escapes).

Junkyard2 Week 9

"A tired man moves slowly onward
another victim of life’s disdain

Desperately clutching a memory
as teardrops fall like summer rain"

Cruel Time by Mike Frawly

Junkyard 1 Week 9

"Hush inner monologue
Do not dog me here
This line is closed for tonight
I want to keep my mind clear"


"Hush"  by rakuli.tumblr.com

Response1 Week 8

This kinda looks like an improv from "Clear Night". You start off with just descriptions and then you get to the heavy stuff that means alot to the speaker since it is repeated. I also like how in the beginning the speaker is observing random things to keep the mood light until the end. You did a good job of picking the right phrase "When I come Home" it is something that people can relate to and have experience but it does not sound cliche.

Sign Inventory

William Carlos Williams "Spring and All"

At the beginning of the poem the speaker mentions a contagion hospital and only mentions it once. The hospital still has presence through out the poem because the speaker describes the landscape as sick like a patient would be in a hospital. The speaker describes the winter surroundings as "dead", "lifeless", and "dry". The speaker used the hospital as a metaphor for how the winter cold suffocates and kills the land. He does not see the landscape as alive until the spring "begin to awaken" the land.

Junkyard 4 Week 8

I will measure
my success in this
life
and my worth
as a man
a friend
a lover
and most simply
as a 
human being
by counting
the number
of laugh lines
on your
face
when old age
catches
up.
"Laugh Lines" Tyler Knott Gregson

Junkyard 3 Week 8

"Make your move, obvious humor,
desperate and respiratory plight.
Always on, dressed to impress,
I'll be the last one to find out why"

"The Great Golden Baby" Anthony Green

Junkyard 2 Week 8

Can a poem paint the perfection of God
the magic and wonder of each new day
"Zen Poet" Mike Frawley

Junkyard 1 Week 8

"Give me your eyes for just one second
Give me your eyes so I can see
Everything that i keep missing."

"Give Me Your Eyes" Brandon Heath

Free write Week 7

I should have said no but yes as always I said.
Can I borrow your Krispy Kreme doughnuts?
Can I eat your favorite tee-shirt? Yes, yes?
No matter what you ask, it is yes. The
Yes way is the easiest. I throw my
No's like boomerangs, but I'm the
D-Rose of yes's. How else can I
Understand why you always have sleeps
Full of yes's and mine are full of messes?
Or are they dreams of lessons? I guess
It's hard to gently place my foot in my chest.

Improv Week 7

From Amy Gerstler's "Advice from a Caterpillar"

"Advice from the Incredible Hulk"
Be, act, stay- normal. Not green- normal.
Keeping your emotions in check is everything.
People who provoke you are unavoidable,
Learn to tune them out. Extreme anger, sadness,
and embarrassment can bring the green.
Think happy things, favorite music, food or activities,
anything but the abrupt change in physical form. And
when all else fails, kill the least amount of
people as possible.

Response to Georgia Clay

Yeah I think you should make this like the draft for workshop. It really is how someone would describe the last memory they had before getting killed; all the details and I just felt in the moment. My favorite image was "my fingers glided like soaped tiles against my cheeks". You're really good at doing subjective point of views you make the reader feel like it's actually them standing in the rain reliving and it and I felt like I died. It's really great man.

Sign Inventory Week 7

"The Serenity in Stones" by Simon J. Ortiz

The speaker compares a stone that he is holding to the sky; mostly in first person. The speaker uses an objective point of view when he describes his place in the literal sky and then goes back to subjective when he describes the stones in his hands. He finds serenity because no matter which way he turns the stones, or no matter which way he turns, the sky is still there and he still holds the sky "in my eyes".

Junkyard quote 4 Week 7

Grandpa by http://afflatedzingara.tumblr.com/
The way you inhale the sweet scented air as you walk through the door that you shut with care 
Breaks my heart for though you dont know it yet
Love doesnt live here anymore
Your body sways speaking in silence the words nobody else dares to say
The removal of your snow caked coat is an image my heart simply cannot take
Crackling flames of the fire cause the cancer riddled dog to perspire
Your glasses fog as the ice crystals melt from your beard 
This is exactly what the counselor feared
“if only, if only” my soul screams aloud
if only you were more than a memory
if only this were real and not a mental cloud
I wish you were here 
With your arms around me holding me dear
Once again i wish i could say I love you grandpa with a smile instead of tears




I had to post this whole poem because it was so good and it was featured on tumblr. Tumblr has alot of talented poets and it's easy to just scroll and read different poetry. http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/poetry

Junkyard quote 3 Week 7

"Wine in the night
is a party done right
Wine in the day
means that night’s on its way
Wine in the morning
well, that’s just a warning
to sleep, wine detained
so the sheets don’t get stained"


From "A Train Ride" ghostsandonionskins.tumblr.com

Junkyard quote 2 Week 7

And the fire from his throat has captivated all the broken,
With the dreams and spells and silence that his lyrics leave unspoken,
And with the lickings of guitar that seal the secrets of his song,
He lulls the crowd into a home in which, though broken, they belong.


From "Music of the Broken" rebel-d.tumblr.com

Junkyard quote 1 Week 7

"Alone and desirous beneath the gods,

torrential rains fall violently, 

chipping our resolve."

From "Take A Glance" dvskitten.tumblr.com

Classmate response 1 Week 6

Response to queenie
In this draft you have alot of I'm not sure what the word is but things doing things that they don't normally do. Like "jay walking birds", and "curtains tickling". I when poets do this because it is the most creative things you can do with words. I think you should take this draft and keep adding more weird situations cause you seem to know what you're doing with that.

Calisthenic Week 6

My Native American grandmother cried over her Holly baby,
my peanut, who traveled with us to the other Indian markets.
There was the silken heat, barefoot children smiling forward
at the dishonest world.

 Back home women would pick them food
from the garden. Don't let those fuck peanut
dogs hound around after sunset she said. So
stubborn the fuel from her orange temper will
out sing even the 8:30 sparrows. That voice'll
carry over the chimney smokes. Those are
hand made vocals.

Sign Inventory Week 6

"Those Winter Sundays" Robert Hayden
The reader seems to use the have a cold feeling towards his father but is confused because his father is the reason why he is warm in the mornings. In the first stanza the speaker tells of how much his father worked on Sunday mornings in one sentence and then he ends the stanza with "no one ever thanked him". All of the things that the father went through is felt in the long sentence.

Imporv Week 6

From "Those Winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden

If only I knew of those gestures
that woke me up to warmth.
How do I know, how do I know
the ways to repay the winter Sundays
that led me to indifferent offices.
I would have thanked him now that
I know regretful cold sheets he'll
never warm again and wake to my
mutterings of thanks.

Junkyard quote Week 6

"Star-pricked obsidian off the edge of our meridian"


from To the Edge and Back by rakuli.tumblr.com

Junkyard quote 3 Week 6

"The apple-buds cluster together on the apple-branches,

The resurrection of the wheat appears with pale visage out of its graves"

This Compost by springchickenspring.tumblr.com

Junkyard quote 2 Week 6

Here you lay,

polluted and corrupt 

by the poisonous malaise.

thec00lniverse.tumblr.com

Free write week 6

Wise whirling wind from the
sunkest of bowels in melody in sync.
It loops through the air until it
kneads your ear instrument.
Emotions and sound-musing
now it means to you.

Free write week 6

It's a game and I'm the no-hit pitcher
Nothing like a hostile harmless throw down
They're hot in the stands trying to fan each other off
Curses flying  and stinging like wasps
Who won? Nobody- now lets celebrate.

Junkyard quote 1 week 6

“It’s in these moments,
betwixt the beating of hearts
we live and we love.”

graciouswords.tumblr.com