2022 · NaPoWriMo

“The Burren”

The Burren
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“The Burren” 

Returning to a barren

A land resigned to be

A coastal town

Somewhere down

Below the crashing sea

Abandoning the cairns

Picturesque pathways

A nice surprise

A full day’s drive

Roads lead unto ways

Jaunting out the country

Wind plays fair and true

A languid sigh

Beneath the sky

For all we cannot do













2022 · NaPoWriMo

Cú Chulainn

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“Cú Chulainn”

Society provides a template

The template requires attention to detail and strict adherence

The infrastructure upon which society stands is perpetuated by those building things using the template

The mob gets upset with the infrastructure and decides to change the template

The infrastructure fails to support the society that exists because the template that instructs the society how to perpetuate building has changed

People are mad, because the mob decided to change the template without thinking about the consequences of how society would be supported if the template was changed

The mob eats itself because there is no one to protect it from itself because society does not exist any longer

People range around in constant states of rage and mania


Society provides an imperfect template

Society provides a stage upon which the actions happen

For better or worse, we are society


2022 · NaPoWriMo


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Consumed in a fire of despair.

Wanton warning full of fear.



Wailing withal wondrous wept.

Announcing end in a breath.

No glass ceiling guarding death.



Harping harpy so inclined.

Wettest blanket of mankind.

Hope it’s me she doesn’t find.

Screeching. Screeching.

Screaming. Screaming.





“I Know You Are, But What Am I?”

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“I Know You Are, But What Am I?”

“Hey! You’re a poet. Write something poetic for me.”

“It doesn’t work like that.”

“I guess you aren’t a poet then.”

“I guess not.”


“Burning #2”

“Burning #2”

How challenged are we?

Or, rather how challenged am I?

Failing to admit my desire,

and tying stakes to a one way ideal.

In order to gain your attention,

I need to acknowledge the truth of my heart:

Which is simply that I’m unable to be truthful, for fear of rejection.

I’m unable to find a way out.

What words I use,

Betray an ambiguity that is furthest from my heart.

What I mean to say; is that I want you to feel the same way about me that I feel about you.

I want you to consume that which consumes me.

I see in you the reflection,

A niggling need, a craved curiosity.

Prurient in nature.

Pins and needles.

I dream a thousand fantasies,

And sustain them moment to moment.

I thirst for your unbrushed kiss, and seek you out to give you mine.

I can drop you to your knees.

Where we can taste the life.

Our desperate hands, motivated by the excitement of revelation.

If I can just get to that truth,

And make that truth between us more apparent.

I want an equal partner in crime.

Revealing our vulnerable portions,

body and soul.

The tears are salty,

And mix with delight,

Lost, moments of exquisite pleasure.

Our secret.

Eyes locked,

Fingers and palms entwined.

Slow at first,



Pliable yielding,

And enveloped in an impending realization of getting lost.

That true power comes with letting go of yourself to another and being powerless.

Urging urgency on.

Mouthy breaths and more repetition.

More, more.

A new connectedness,

And energy.

Fallen into your event horizon.

No, pulled.

Gravity inescapable.

An encouragement that we jumped willingly,

And wanted the same thing from the outset.

Staunch plunge.

No escaping the funnel vortex.

Happy sweet bittersweet sadness.

Infinite want.

Proceeding onward.



Can’t go back.

Arrived in height and satiety.

I feel you, and hold you.

Deep within,

We touch places unseen.

Until the world melts away.

I find resurrection.


Ready to dwell.

Our new pleasure,


And I burn for it.

I burn for the continuation of knowing that we exchange and will chance that passion again.

I burn for it.

We burn for it.

Every single minute.