Sunday, 24 April 2011


a poem in books and misconceptions
prompt: autobiography

Where's Spot by Eric Hill
i am showing my dad that
praying is easy, i cross my arms
and mutter like i have seen him do
and he smiles and says he will teach me

his laughter is round like pita bread
which is really only just bread at home
but there are lines that have to be drawn
and i will never argue again with that boy
in my class about santa claus.

Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling
there are three scooters sprawled
along the edge of the road and
there are four of us
i am given a twig and instructions
it is my turn to try and find the snake
but i really do not like this game
so we walk on the edge of the street
and we pretend that the wheat field is lava

we crack open the stem
of a thistle, wonder at the marble
of milk and dare each other to taste it

it burns

it is going to kill us both

but it is okay because we both
know all there is to know
about god and we love
our mothers

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
i write about flowers i have
never seen before and
acquire a hollow, breathing
collection of things i do not know
and poems that rhyme

i smile at the women with
tiny shoes and long coats
offer them pastries and
quaint little pieces of hearts

the question marks spill
from my fingers like sand

Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
there is no excited exchange
in the air, no gasping confessions
about how my hands would
rather be preoccupied
with your hair

there is only the haughty
smell of your cigarette smoke
and the delicate punctuation mark
that you placed in the space
between us

i will be watching in case it falls


  1. awesome recreations.
    love those characters/fictions.

  2. make a contribution to poetry potluck today.