Category Archives: NaPoWriMo 2015

Sonance

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She missed the quiet
not the kind found in forests
but the peace spun from the hum
of tires on pavement
a beat of jump rope
slapping against sidewalk
girlish voices singing in time
laughter drifting through windows
bacon sizzling
to the velvet of Billie Holiday
urging listen
let your heart rest
eased
you belong here

April 2015
Julie Ayers
NaPoWriMo Day 30

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Bloodline

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According to my mother
I am a descendent of Mary Queen of Scots
as evidenced by my odd, stunted thumbs
a byproduct of centuries of royal inbreeding
Our family tree also claims
Lady Jane Gray
the tragic Nine Day Queen

And then there is the teenage boy
who fled Scotland to avoid a death warrant
dressed as a girl
Arriving in young America
he sought out George Washington
to plead his case and request employment
Impressed by the boy’s ingenuity and bravery
Washington hired him
eventually making him a trusted aide

If you look at the signatures
on the Declaration of Independence
you’ll find another of my ancestors
on the far left column, second signature down
Lyman Hall, connected by my Cooke clan

What I have inherited
from this rather remarkable lineage
is a propensity towards a life filled
with epic drama and intrigue
and a marked talent
for losing my head

April 2015
Julie Ayers
NaPoWriMo Day 29

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The Day After the Riots

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The men of Baltimore
formed what they called
a love line
between the police
in their riot gear
and the protesters

They talked of unity
and the strength of this city
and that although last night
rocks were thrown
and fires lit
today we stand together

People rose before the sun
and swept the street
of ash and debris
but let the anger linger
a necessary incentive
as no justice means no lasting peace

April 2015
Julie Ayers
NaPoWriMo Day 28

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Thanks For The Heads Up

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(a poem composed from a random line from texts, each from a different person, that I received this week)

Our 7-11 is all smashed up.
Total shitstorm.
Noisy spot.
From peaceful to asses.
Glad it wasn’t a work day.
Should I send vodka now or later?
I’m trying to prevent problems, but it looks like that’s not going to work.
Glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.
Fuck that, it’s all about cockfights up in this bitch.
Maybe we can get together with the girls soon?
Keep the plan the same.
Reservation at Farmstead Grill in Canton Crossing.
We are having bacon wrapped fillets, grilled asparagus, fennel salad of some sort, and cupcakes. Oh, and wine.
May I use the corset?
Cock at my house this week?
I’m a mess; broke my heart, but I’ll get over it.

April 2015
Julie Ayers
NaPoWriMo Day 26

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Charm City

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They did yoga on the grass in the park
as the police helicopters circled

women in spandex spinning hula hoops

while he smiled from the stage

fingers pressed firmly on the strings of his bass

down the street

the protesters chanted 

inaudible over the banjo

and Bumper Jacksons’ ragtime blues

hard cider and sunshine

harder loss

white grandmas making spaghetti 

with gluten free noodles

while a black mother plans a funeral

a dancing city weeping
April 2015

Julie Ayers

NaPoWriMo Day 25

weight limit

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she was surprised to find herself happy
lighter
as if she’d finally been able to remove
a 472-pound pack she’d been carrying on her back
as she journeyed
thinking she needed baggage that size
to contain all she wanted
when all she really needed
fit perfectly inside her
small but capable
factory-issued frame

April 2015
Julie Ayers
NaPoWriMo Day 24

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