Discover Prompts, Day 4: Street

Take me back to Hawaii On Anania Circle Where you could feel the light, laughter, and sun Bouncing off the black pavement, On many afternoon. After long school days We played in the parks, Climbed the walls, trees, and dug into the ground. Across Kamehameha Highway In the enclosure As we wished In the warmth…

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What’s your relationship to poetry?

It was my junior or senior year in high school when I fell in love with poetry. I think like a lot of people I had a preconceived idea of what poetry was and I had decided it wasn’t for me. Since English was my first class of the day, I used to put on…

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Chinatown, Hawaii

Visiting Hawaii meant not only visiting memories, but places where those memories are contained. Chinatown is one such place. Honolulu’s is one of the oldest Chinatowns in America and probably is one of the smelliest. So, I find it rather amusing that tourists come here and based on their 3 star reviews, visitors possibly find…

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You catch my eye Chiang Rai

There is nothing particularly beautiful about these pictures. They are merely what catches my eye while I am walking. I’m afraid I’m drawn to the mundane. Although, I think it’s a mistake to think something is boring.

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Cimelo: Antique shop and coffee

One could argue that Thailand’s coffee culture started in Chiang Rai with the original Doi Chaang Coffee shop and restaurant opening here. It certainly helps that coffee is grown locally. Lee’s Akha Ama Coffee is grown nearby, as is his apprentice’s – Tu’s from Nangnon Coffee. So it’s little wonder that interesting coffee shops have…

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Downtown Chiang Rai (in pics)

I remember the first time I was turned on by poetry. I was in high school Freshman or Sophomore English, and the poem was Carl Sandburg’s Chicago. Generally speaking, I was greatly turned on by the poetry we were reading, but Sandburg’s Chicago was different, gritty, and decidedly real. It wasn’t about love, or love…

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Latchkey kids (or latchkey kids make pizza)

Left alone hungry At night We make a pizza In the oven it goes Out the kitchen I leap Age 8 and 5 Stuck to the TV We enjoy Clint Eastwood’s Every Which Way But Loose Rapture The alarm screams We scream Kitchen running Thick smoke goes up out The wall is black I can’t…

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Poetry before pictures

i like toast, toasted over icicles on a cool relaxing day. i like coffee, caffeinated under toast during most times of the day. i like eggs, farmed on toasters for beginnings of days. i like butter, jam and honey, with toast, coffee and eggs.

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Office work was my Halloween

When I lived in Chico California, back in 2007, I was working at a job that I – well – hated. I liked the people I worked with. I just felt trapped, bored, frustrated and useless. So I opened a Word doc and this is what I typed:

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Shifts (in perception, not flimsy nighties)

While waiting for take-out, I took out my notebook and wrote SHIFTS, as in shifts in perceptions, rites of passage, ah-ha moments . Maybe it’s the anthropologist in me, but I’m interested in this dying tradition. Not because I like tradition, so much as I like the idea that we have to go through something…

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Why I Love Lists

Not too long ago I wrote Why I Fear List Posts, and now I’m going to guitar strum a different tune, just for the sake of being difficult. Nah, actually, I’m starting a great jam session, thanks to Sandra, and Rhyan Scorpio-Rhys for his link to An Evening with Ray Bradbury.

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Anania Circle

I’ve been greatly inspired with not enough time to write, so I’m depressed, moody and a little resentful. Good stuff. Last weekend I sort of attended the Asia Pacific Writers conference in Bangkok. JP and I were “too poor” to attend the real event, so I made a compromise and paid for a 2 hour…

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Poetry and jazz

When my friend Sandra offered poetry classes, I was eager to join because: a) She’s a wonderful poet, b) I’ve been enamored with poetry since high school and c) I knew it would be good for me.

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Punchbowl Cemetery

For last week’s poetry class, we had to write about our favorite place. And because I had done a similar exercise in high school theatre and for my L7 English class, my favorite place was readily accessible. We wrote for half an hour. This was my in the moment scribble, my pen to paper fantasma.…

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Oh no, not more poetry..

I wasn’t going to post this because I didn’t want to be vulnerable. Then I remembered Brené Brown’s TED talk, and thought “fuck it”. (I’d apologize for swearing but that would seem counter-clockwise to what I’m trying to say.) Here’s to putting yourself out there…

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Voices: Whispers from Around the World

I hope you’ll consider supporting this creative and good cause! I love poetry!!! This is the press release and I’ve included a sample poem too. Discover the magic of words and get whisked away to more than ten distant lands around the world with this inspiring book of poems. Feel the wonder of the force…

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Tom and Kitty’s houseboat

Located about an hour outside of Chiang Mai, Tom and Kitty’s houseboat is a blissful escape on the Mae Ngat Reservoir and Sri Lanna National Park. There are other floating houseboats for rent and I’ve never tried them but from what I can tell Tom and Kitty’s is the best. My favorite spot was at the edge…

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I live in thailand

My friend/acquaintance/someone I know was alledgedly drunk off his southern comfort speeding down the Superhighway at the weekend hours of the morning, yelling, “I live in Thailand and all my friends back home are going to work at a job that they hate!!! Ha, ha, ha!” After hearing that good story, I laughed the laugh…

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Thailandcrazy

i’m a temple and a sorry looking soi dogmountain sea pollutiona smile within a smilean innocent school girl whorea missionary man and positiona hill tribe sellouta slow highmotorbike racingdiseased drugstoreon a superhighway ofEnglish speaking dreams i’m a short skirt sidesaddleand a playboy monka meditation retreatan old man expatand a young girl lostbetween passportsi’m a pick…

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Thailand is a poem

It’s the sound of motorbike engines.Broken glass, barbed wire fences and roosterville roosterstinkling wind chimes and jackhammer constructionsIt’s the canvas where the straight line is free to roam.a whiff of colorful without being overwhelming or too powerfulthe smell of love, sex, tourists and something bad rotting in the heatIt’s resistance, resilience and relaxed.A tonal Technicolor…

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An Asian American in Ecuador

Goodbye Chinese Sweet anger Draw me a curtain Give me a mask Push me off the stage The sour touch of your words Feel like dry leaves on my soul And bad milk in my bowl Goodbye Chinese Salty warmth Hold me back Shut my sight Wrap me in my ancestral blanket The savory touch…

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CM corner poetry

Thailand for some reason inspires me to write. It inspires me to write poetry and stop in the middle of the sidewalk to pull out my notebook and jot things down. Maybe I’m just paying better attention but I usually pay attention to what’s going around me. Well, sometimes I fall down because I’m looking…

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A fist full of chickens

I was living at an adventure camp in Colorado where for a few years the owners experimented with raising farm animals. A counselor was on dinner duty and I tagged along. We fed the pigs with the kitchen slop and now were entering the shadowy cage of the chicken coop. Like a coward I followed…

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