APAD 7: Before

BeforeIn the fold of the hills where we livedshadows moved but never disappeared.On the ridge behind the house was a rocksharpness worn by sea winds.We sat there most Sunday afternoonsafter Mass, after Sunday Lunchand dreamt of the wondersthe sea would one day...

APAD 6: What Nonsense!

What nonsense!Look in the puddle,what do you see?I see a crocodile looking at me.Her teeth are sharp,her tail curves long.Oh, no!Look in the puddle,what do you see?I see a hippo looking at me.His mouth is wide,his teeth are hugeOh, no!Look in the puddle,what do you...

APAD 4: That Feeling

That Feelingwhen there are less pages ahead than you’ve readwhen you can’t read onbut you can’t stopwhen you are unaware of the wordsonly of how they make you feelwhen the story lifts the window-shades on so much uglinessshines barely a salt-pinch of hopewhen the...

APAD 3: Garden Olympics

SummerTomato trees and pumpkin vinesstretchbeyond guidanceBasil bush and spinach clumpsrunalmost visiblyOut backand out the frontthe lawn bolts 

Happy New Year!

Some years ago, Kat Apel started what became an annual January event, A Poem A Day, where poets posted their work daily. There were myriad styles and the poems covered a broad range of topics. Comments were welcomed, and poems tweaked.Although the event has changed,...