X is for Xanthic

xanthic: adjective – of, relating to, or tending toward a yellow color

happy yellows

This is a fun word because it is part of a group of words having to do with yellow:

xanthocarpous: adj. – having yellow fruit

xanthochroia: noun – yellowness of the skin

xanthochroic: adj. – having yellow skin

xanthocomic: adj. – yellow-haired

xanthocyanopsy: noun – form of color-blindness in which only blue and yellow can be distinguished

xanthoderm: noun – yellow-skinned person

xanthodont: noun – one with yellow teeth

xanthoma: noun – disease characterized by yellow patches on the skin

xanthophyll: noun – substance causing yellow colour of autumn leaves

xanthopsia: noun – a visual condition where things appear yellow

xanthospermous: adj. – having yellow seeds

xanthous: adj. – yellow or red-haired

Queen of Swords

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a poem in response to a Tarot card. If you’ve been following Experience Writing for a while, you may have seen that I created my first Tarot deck last fall and worked through the book Mapping the Hero’s Journey With Tarot: 33 Days To Finish Your Book by Arwen Lynch. I learned a lot and talked about my process and experiences throughout my November posts.

My card for today is the Queen of Swords. Over at Tarot.com you can see the Queen of Swords image from many different tarot decks.


Butterfly Kisses

Cloudless sulphur clouds
Gathering along the horizon

Her xanthic monarch crown
Flutters and shifts to mimic her acumen

The painted lady raises her razor-sharp,
Double-edged sword to the sky

And in genuine faith
Metes her wisdom

Beware the cabbage white
Its young will eat your food

And the swallowtail’s caterpillar
May show you its repugnatorial organ


Are you interested in learning about using Tarot symbolism to inspire your creativity? You may want to read:
Mapping the Hero’s Journey With Tarot: 33 Days To Finish Your Book by Arwen Lynch

The Creative Tarot: A Modern Guide to an Inspired Life by Jessa Crispin

Mary K. Greer’s 21 Ways to Read a Tarot Card

Happy Reading and Writing!


W is for Wayzgoose

wayzgoose: noun – a feast or party thrown annually by a printing house.

Tacoma Wayzgoose April 28th and 29th

Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day!

I scrolled up some of my poems that I wrote this month and took them down to A Good Book bookstore in Sumner. They put them right by the register, so people can take one of my poems for their pocket.

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt challenges to include all the senses in one poem.


At The Wayzgoose

The gray linoleum block
turns my stomach
The memory of the chisel’s
crescent blade slipping
violently into my finger
The ruby blood flowing

How did I come back
To the negative space
To relieve the note on
Its staff
I remember rolling the ink
Pressing it to the thick, fibrous page

The Imperial blue smell of grape
popsicles and rubbing
alcohol heated in the sun
Joined in surprise by
odorless shocking orange
and chocolate brown

The engine roars to life
A tuft of black smoke
Diesel flavored breeze
Then the monster rolls
Slowly, carefully over the page
A masterpiece of patience
I did not have


Happy Reading and Writing!

V is for Vespertilian

vespertilian: adjective – of, relating to , or resembling a bat

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a warning label–for myself. So far, my mind keeps going places that are embarrassing. Hopefully, my word of the day will sort this out. I also already have a personal warning label above by office door to guide me through this poem.


Be Forewarned: Expect Vespertilian Behavior

Warning: Do not step, stand or sit on this surface. She is slippery
Even when not wet
Her thoughts, hanging overhead,
may swoop down at any moment

Caution: Hot surface; do not touch;
Extremely flammable
An Aries who flies in the night
emitting rapid clicks of sound

Danger: risk of serious damage
when used inappropriately. Carrier_Airborne_Early_Warning_Squadron_12_(US_Navy)_patch_1967
She doesn’t come with instructions
though you wouldn’t read them anyway.
She can be confused by your sounds and mistakenly
smack right into you

Advisory: Not suitable for anyone of any age.
Nothing about this human is safe or
predictable. Do not use; Do not eat; and
Keep out of reach of children
They are sticky sweet as fruit.


I got my bat info and inspiration from Visual Dictionary : Animals (August 2008). I use this reference a lot for design, and have also been using it as a reference for my short story about ornithologists. Here’s an older one that’s less expensive Visual Dictionary of Animals.

If you’re interested in bats, you may also want to check out:

The Secret Lives of Bats: My Adventures with the World’s Most Misunderstood Mammals by Merlin Tuttle

Bats of the United States and Canada from John Hopkins University Press

Happy Reading and Writing!

U is for Uliginous

uliginous: adjective – growing in wet or swampy ground; slimy, swampy, waterlogged


Uliginous Elegy

The words fall upon
the page like tears

they smear bleeding
ink to uneven edges

The uliginous page
mourns the reader

Desperate for good news
that will not come

T is for Threnody and Taradiddle and Tantara

threnody: noun – a lament sung for the dead.

taradiddle: noun – pretentious nonsense

tantara: noun the blare of a trumpet or horn


Dad, WHY

Extra Q is for Quiescent

quiescent: adjective – 1. marked by inactivity or repose: tranquilly at rest; dormancy 2. causing no trouble or symptoms (as in gallstones).

Today is not a letter day for the A to Z Challenge (tomorrow is T). I added an extra Q because I just finished reading Requiem, Mass.: A Novel by John Dufresne, and on the very last page of the book he wrote, “When I think of that drive, I see the chromium Quark as if from above, see it picking up speed as I shift the engine into quiescent mode, and we drive on deep, deep into our shiny futures.” There is a lot about that book that stood out and will probably stick with me, but right now I’m pretty focused on; why did he choose that word? What part of the shift is quiescent mode? Is the car like a gallstone, or somehow moving while in idle?

Rising in the West

Rising In The West

Emerging to a collective gasp
Surrounded by a held breath
Frisson holds me in awkward stasis
Each saccade assiduous and susurrus
Eldritch shadows creep across the lawn
An augur of a world off its axis

I ponder this celestial whim
A quondam certainty of Eastern rise
The halcyon yesterdays when the tall firs
Blocked the blinding glare

Now a day is but a panoply of daylight
Scattered to disarray
My view a palimpsest shocked
By hypotyposis

Do not importune the sun
To mend its path to comfort
Do not offer opprobrium
To shame a ball of fire to your convenience
But observe quiescent each degree of light
And embrace the elysian mystery


Continuing with the NaPoWriMo theme of facing the impossible you may want to look at:

Poetry & Translation: The Art of the Impossible (Liverpool University Press – Poetry and . . .) by Peter Robinson

Impossible Individuality: Romanticism, Revolution, and the Origins of Modern Selfhood, 1787-1802 by Gerald N. Izenberg

Happy Reading and Writing!


S is for Sudorific

sudorific: adjective – causing or inducing sweat; noun – a drug that induces sweating

sudoriferous: adjective – producing or conveying sweat (like a gland or duct)

Close-up of daffodils

Flawed Reflection

He looks at you and sees himself
You look at him and do the same
The love of self blooms into
A giddy mirror

He reflects upon himself in your work
You proudly do the same
The self-serving compliments
Bounce frantically hour after hour

With him movement eases
Sudorific fears abate
Or intertwined lose their odor
You recognize your unmasked scent

He guides you to your own will
You congratulate his greatness
For capturing your art in action
In a warped carnival

His words halt my thoughts
Are too powerful; I pause
Your words, weak and shallow
Steal the fresh smell of spring

A wilted and soured narcissus
So quick to rejoin the dirt
I hear the wrenching and cleaving
The mirror cracks

This poem was inspired by the NaPoWriMo theme of the Narcissus myth and by learning that Frank Bidart won the Pulitzer Prize in Poetry then finding videos of his readings with James Franco.

On a happier note – I read this article that has nothing to do with either man: Art and Poetry Collide.

It inspired me. I’m thinking of finding a poem to inspire a series of textile art pieces. I’m also going to see if there are any events in my area that create collaborations between poets and artists and if not, I may create one.
In the spirit of collaboration between poets and artists, you may want to look at:

The Art of Collaboration: Poets, Artists, Books

A Different Image: The Legacy of Broadside Press

Words with friends: Artist-Poet Pairings from ArtNews April 2013

R is for Rutilant

rutilant: adjective – having a redish glow

nightgown outside in the day

Forbidden Spaces

In my nightgown in the sun and bare feet in the grass, so the air flows right on up, but they would have to have binoculars to see my skin blush rutilant

In my nightgown in the lake and bare feet on the sharp stones, so the cotton clings to goose flesh and if the fishermen come too close like they do, the fabric will be see-through

In my nightgown on the dock, my arms rutilant and steaming,  I meditate on unspoken rules while the breeze whispers truth across my arm hair enticing it to stand erect and alight my nerve endings causing my body to sizzle, but not into action or re-action, but to elated attention or micro-percipience so I am prepared to

Watch that sentence run

Nightgown in the lake


To further explore the NaPoWriMo theme of breaking rules you may want to read:

Story Trumps Structure: How to Write Unforgettable Fiction by Breaking the Rules by Steven James

Break Your Own Rules: How to Change the Patterns of Thinking that Block Women’s Paths to Power by Jill Flynn, Kathryn Heath, Mary Davis Holt, Sharon Allen

The Art of Non-Conformity: Set Your Own Rules, Live the Life You Want, and Change the World (Perigee Book.) by Chris Guillebeau

10 Poetry Classics That Break All The Rules


Happy Reading and Writing!


Q is for Querl

querl: transitive verb – To twirl; to turn or wind round; to coil; as, to querl a cord, thread, or rope.


Inattentional Blindness

Seeing you especially violent, one witness

Elsewhere, the querling stimulus is only concern
Processed stress narrowing focus due

The physical weapons drawn
A state of attention blinding
Can occur during high events

Cognitively inattentional, blind witness


Inattentional blindness is a state of seeing but not seeing. The physical stimulus is visually processed, but due to attention drawn elsewhere, you are cognitively blind. Attention narrowing, like querling cord, can occur due to periods of high stress, especially during violent events that cause weapons focus. Inattentional blindness is only one area of concern in witness testimony.


*This poem was written in response to today’s Na/GloPoWriMo prompt. I didn’t follow Dan Brady’s form, exactly, but enjoyed the practice of finding my poem by pulling the words from the prose paragraph I wrote. The prose paragraph was inspired by the Forensic Psychology course I’m taking through Open University at futurelearn.com.

Happy Reading and Writing!

P is for Pasquinade

pasquinade: noun – 1. a lampoon posted in a public place 2. satirical writing: satire: pasquinade – transitive verb


The statue Pasquino in Rome is a place where people post pasquinades. Image from atlanteditorino.it


The Next Pasquinade

While he pillages the public square,
She looks deeply into the pirate’s murky eyes
Called to action by pasquinade
Cleaned from view by the corrupt
The statue still glistening damp
Plump fruits abandoned, their vendors joining
The stampede over the trampled
Creating new satire between the fear
The attack litters bodies, looted to skeletons
Nothing left to tell their tales
Who will dress Pasquino,
And laugh at the undressing of powers?
Terrorists along a fine line to define
Where the cobbles were once flat
They crack and rise to trip the unfortunate fleeing
The coming dusk smells of blood and ejecta
An accumulated concentration of defeat
Splattered upon the gray armless torso, the first to talk
Spreading from the Palazzo Brashi,
The conquerors whoop victory and begin their play
The joke-revealing slant-light of sunset their audience.


This poem was inspired by “Roman Outposts” from The Poetry of Derek Walcott 1948-2013


I posted this to Open Link Night #218 on dVerse Poets Pub