100 Day Project No. Two: Week Fourteen Poems

Week Fourteen
Monday, December 11th – Sunday, December 17th

THIS LAND

It’s all too easy to forget,
despite one’s duty,
despite one’s death.

For you so loved the darkening nights.
You swayed with the ganglia of trees.
The wind whispered, “Don’t forget,”
as it rustled over a million leafy nerves.
Were you too swept through to understand?
Did you wash yourself in moonlight milk
and not imbibe the message? A virginal misconstruction.
Forgivable, yet a moment lived
is unforgiven—it can only be reckoned.

Have you not also vaulted headlong
into an unbridled tailwind,
lifted up by quivering wings,
tossed by waves over rolling hills and parched prairie,
and rivers of blood and water coiled in ancient memories,
and tenebrous ravines awash in antidiluvian visions,
and mountainous spires scorched by the sun?

You did so struggle against forgetfulness.

What could you have said
That you did not then yourself know?

This land, this land,
it seems to go on forever,
but must needs hold that next step dear—
so dear and sacred.

OLD MAN OF THE DESERT

An old man walks alone, barefoot
on sand that cuts like broken crystal
under a blinding empyrean.

The denizens of his village deride his wandering,
yet he bears no witness to their pale mockery.
He is filled to bursting with the empty desert.
Its mute song deafens his ears with love poems
sung to the oud and darbuka.

The East wind lifts him up
(he trusts it as a suckling might of its mother),
and it carries him past the Valley of Kings,
where strident Pharaohs fearfully sleep,
past the Sacred Lake of Thebes,
and the dust of man’s apotheotic delusions,
to the desert’s dawning edge.

His thirst has become his compass,
and though his lips are parched
and cracked like bricks of mud
that bake under a sweltering, neolithic sun,
he sings—
as a young gypsy girl sings
who dances under the cool, spangled moon,
and tumbles out of the oasis
on a playfully salvational breeze.


The 100 Day Project

The 100 Day Project

The 100 Day Project is a creativity excavation. It’s about unearthing dormant or unrealized creativity by committing to a daily practice everyday for 100 days.
Creativity is a skill. The more we practice, the more skilled we become. Practice takes time. Practice takes commitment. Practice is a radical act in this speeded up world. Through practice, we develop a creative habit. Through habit, we reconnect with and know ourselves again as a creative being.

I started this 100 Day Project (my second one) on September 11th. Each week, I will write at least five hundred words of my novel. These words don’t necessarily have to be a polished product, but should, at least, be coherent and grammatically sound. I’ll also post two poems a week. These poems will be a bit more polished than first drafts. Most of the material will come from poetry that I wrote in my first 100 day project. In addition to writing the poems, I’m also going to read them, so that you may hear how they sound in my head. I’ve been told I have a pleasant voice, so I’m sure you won’t be disappointed. Lastly, I’ll create one blog post where I read a famous poem written by a real poet! I will also include a little history and fun facts about the poet.

Year 2017 365 Photo Journey (November 28th thru December 8th) – Miscellany

Some miscellaneous pics. Enjoy!


365 Photo Journey

Apparently, this is a thing. Consider it a challenge, a journal, or a journey (I prefer journey). Take a picture a day and post it to your blog. Here are some reasons why you should try it, too.

100 Day Project No. Two: Week Thirteen Poems

Week Thirteen
Monday, December 4th – Sunday, December 10th

I AM HERE

I am here.
Why not stay?
The rutted road
oft blindly traveled
wends the other way.

That road’s unraveled,
its monuments moldered,
sleepwalkers dream wakeless
the distance unfolded.

I am here.
Why not stay?
I’ll cherish my measure
of sunstruck days.
Each hour a treasure …

Each moment a shrine.

SAD SKY

sad sky
my clouded friend
I may not now
kiss the sun
so let us chat
as we once did
the time away
when I was young


The 100 Day Project

The 100 Day Project

The 100 Day Project is a creativity excavation. It’s about unearthing dormant or unrealized creativity by committing to a daily practice everyday for 100 days.
Creativity is a skill. The more we practice, the more skilled we become. Practice takes time. Practice takes commitment. Practice is a radical act in this speeded up world. Through practice, we develop a creative habit. Through habit, we reconnect with and know ourselves again as a creative being.

I started this 100 Day Project (my second one) on September 11th. Each week, I will write at least five hundred words of my novel. These words don’t necessarily have to be a polished product, but should, at least, be coherent and grammatically sound. I’ll also post two poems a week. These poems will be a bit more polished than first drafts. Most of the material will come from poetry that I wrote in my first 100 day project. In addition to writing the poems, I’m also going to read them, so that you may hear how they sound in my head. I’ve been told I have a pleasant voice, so I’m sure you won’t be disappointed. Lastly, I’ll create one blog post where I read a famous poem written by a real poet! I will also include a little history and fun facts about the poet.

100 Day Project No. Two: Week Eleven Poem

Week Eleven
Monday, November 20th – Sunday, November 26th

Week Ten was a wash. Can’t really say why. The weekend just didn’t work.

However, this week I produced a poem, and I have some others on the way.

So, without further ado, here it is!

AUTUMN AFTERNOON

Late autumn afternoon—
late, like so many autumns past
is a sinuous, trodden road,
between redemption and regret.

Neither the onlooker knows,
nor the hoary, hobbled tramp
what is home and chartless country.

Not friendless this tramp but flanked
by elder trees that rise like skeletons
from the cold clay to share their black arts
and dark secrets.

It’s a kind of incantation,
how they stir the cauldron of breezes
with outstretched arms
that reach past our mortal years.

He turns to hear
his footfalls in the dust,
but bony, twig-like fingers
prod and point the way ahead—
divining rods that teach and portend
in signs drawn in wind and shadows.


The 100 Day Project

The 100 Day Project

The 100 Day Project is a creativity excavation. It’s about unearthing dormant or unrealized creativity by committing to a daily practice everyday for 100 days.
Creativity is a skill. The more we practice, the more skilled we become. Practice takes time. Practice takes commitment. Practice is a radical act in this speeded up world. Through practice, we develop a creative habit. Through habit, we reconnect with and know ourselves again as a creative being.

I started this 100 Day Project (my second one) on September 11th. Each week, I will write at least five hundred words of my novel. These words don’t necessarily have to be a polished product, but should, at least, be coherent and grammatically sound. I’ll also post two poems a week. These poems will be a bit more polished than first drafts. Most of the material will come from poetry that I wrote in my first 100 day project. In addition to writing the poems, I’m also going to read them, so that you may hear how they sound in my head. I’ve been told I have a pleasant voice, so I’m sure you won’t be disappointed. Lastly, I’ll create one blog post where I read a famous poem written by a real poet! I will also include a little history and fun facts about the poet.

Year 2017 365 Photo Journey (October 31st thru November 27th) – Chicago Edition

Some pics from my recent trip to Chicago. Enjoy!


365 Photo Journey

Apparently, this is a thing. Consider it a challenge, a journal, or a journey (I prefer journey). Take a picture a day and post it to your blog. Here are some reasons why you should try it, too.

100 Day Project No. Two: Week Nine Poems

Week Nine
Monday, November 6th – Sunday, November 12th

Well, Week Eight was a wash. I spent all my free time updating my photography site (photography.bradseverance.com), so I didn’t really accomplish much writing-wise.

However, I produced three poems for this week! They’re a bit shorter than my previous submissions, but I feel they are complete.

So, without further ado, here they are!

I CAUGHT HER AT SUNSET

I caught her at sunset
after a restful respite.

I saw her in the failing sun
that turns all the tall, stone monuments into gold.

And she was as she was before
when I nursed her in my heart
and cradled her head like an unready mother.

There is a science to her presence
and a practice.
The lesson must be daily met—
a small price to pay for the schoolmaster’s gifts.

If I quit the classroom now,
how will I know what words to speak
to lift sunset’s curtain?

THIS IS THE MOMENT

This is the moment
for which I’ve been waiting.
Or was the moment waiting for me?

It burns like a diamond,
the last on a string of gems,
the crowning jewel
of a diadem.

A BLUE HERON

A blue heron
alone in his thoughts
is lost in the bulrushes.

He watches her
dance like a child
among the wildflowers
on a honey-colored hillock
this side of eventide.

She smiles and crosses over,
her lips tinged with twilight,
and solace.

He takes flight
and a winged, blue moon rises.


The 100 Day Project

The 100 Day Project

The 100 Day Project is a creativity excavation. It’s about unearthing dormant or unrealized creativity by committing to a daily practice everyday for 100 days.
Creativity is a skill. The more we practice, the more skilled we become. Practice takes time. Practice takes commitment. Practice is a radical act in this speeded up world. Through practice, we develop a creative habit. Through habit, we reconnect with and know ourselves again as a creative being.

I started this 100 Day Project (my second one) on September 11th. Each week, I will write at least five hundred words of my novel. These words don’t necessarily have to be a polished product, but should, at least, be coherent and grammatically sound. I’ll also post two poems a week. These poems will be a bit more polished than first drafts. Most of the material will come from poetry that I wrote in my first 100 day project. In addition to writing the poems, I’m also going to read them, so that you may hear how they sound in my head. I’ve been told I have a pleasant voice, so I’m sure you won’t be disappointed. Lastly, I’ll create one blog post where I read a famous poem written by a real poet! I will also include a little history and fun facts about the poet.

100 Day Project No. Two: Week Seven Poems

Week Seven
Monday, October 23rd – Sunday, October 29th

Here is a poem I worked on over the weekend.

THIS HOUSE WAS ALWAYS BROKEN

This house was always broken
and now it’s full of stifling shadows—
a clumsy, windblown panoply
of somnambulant chuntering—
lingering memories that sometimes smile,
shed tears, or spill bitter draughts of laughter.

You leave each moment
as you enter it—
will you stumble in the night
from room to dusty room
or light a lantern
and walk into the sea?

Take courage.
This house was always broken.

And if you find yourself on the water’s edge,
then ask yourself—
with what is your heart filled?
Watch your thoughts
ripple across the canvas of the sea.
You and the sea are inextricably bound.

Your steady gaze will quell the tempest,
scatter the clouds like ashes
and lift up the newborn sun …

and the seagulls will dance in the coddling breezes
and cry for your joy.

You were born chasing the sun.
Now die with it in your hands.
There’s no more room for shadows in your heart,
where ghosts may roam and murmur in tongues.


The 100 Day Project

The 100 Day Project

The 100 Day Project is a creativity excavation. It’s about unearthing dormant or unrealized creativity by committing to a daily practice everyday for 100 days.
Creativity is a skill. The more we practice, the more skilled we become. Practice takes time. Practice takes commitment. Practice is a radical act in this speeded up world. Through practice, we develop a creative habit. Through habit, we reconnect with and know ourselves again as a creative being.

I started this 100 Day Project (my second one) on September 11th. Each week, I will write at least five hundred words of my novel. These words don’t necessarily have to be a polished product, but should, at least, be coherent and grammatically sound. I’ll also post two poems a week. These poems will be a bit more polished than first drafts. Most of the material will come from poetry that I wrote in my first 100 day project. In addition to writing the poems, I’m also going to read them, so that you may hear how they sound in my head. I’ve been told I have a pleasant voice, so I’m sure you won’t be disappointed. Lastly, I’ll create one blog post where I read a famous poem written by a real poet! I will also include a little history and fun facts about the poet.

Year 2017 365 Photo Journey (October 22nd thru October 30th) – More Miscellany

Some pics from Bloomington, plus an old one from Central Park (2016). Enjoy!


365 Photo Journey

Apparently, this is a thing. Consider it a challenge, a journal, or a journey (I prefer journey). Take a picture a day and post it to your blog. Here are some reasons why you should try it, too.

100 Day Project No. Two: Week Six Poems

Week Six
Monday, October 16th – Sunday, October 22nd

It’s been three weeks since I was able to get some poems out of me, but I had finished my novel commitment a bit early this week, and so I had some time to work on poetry this weekend.

So, without further ado, here are my poems for Week Six:

WITHOUT YOU

The light from the copper-red moon—
Your blood-drunk mother moon—
penetrates your vile eyes
and in them I see a rabid dog
yellow at the tooth with violence and decay.

Not upon me do the maggots feed,
but you, my bastard brother,
lame in the leg and black in the eye.
You once laughed and lived
and fancied yourself out of God’s reach.

It matters not.

You were never counted one among the angels.
Where are your wings? Such airs for flight!
You’re doubled over, under the weight
of a rucksack full of broken clayware,
your back curved like a bow,
the adamantine string around your neck
pulled taut from below
by a mustachioed, mephistophelian marionettist
buried in the sodden, so-called sacred earth.

I press my thumbs against your bony skull
and imagine it tossed in a pile,
a pock-marked pyramid,
of men long dead.

And yet what am I without you?
Perhaps just a wisp of tumultuous,
evanescent time.

I AM THE LITTLE LIFE

I am the little life
My thoughts are sometimes long.
And on my skin and in my bones,
are quiet little reckonings.

I am the little life
And I am sometimes whole.
Today I was a cloud.
Tommorrow—an eternity.


The 100 Day Project

The 100 Day Project

The 100 Day Project is a creativity excavation. It’s about unearthing dormant or unrealized creativity by committing to a daily practice everyday for 100 days.
Creativity is a skill. The more we practice, the more skilled we become. Practice takes time. Practice takes commitment. Practice is a radical act in this speeded up world. Through practice, we develop a creative habit. Through habit, we reconnect with and know ourselves again as a creative being.

I started this 100 Day Project (my second one) on September 11th. Each week, I will write at least five hundred words of my novel. These words don’t necessarily have to be a polished product, but should, at least, be coherent and grammatically sound. I’ll also post two poems a week. These poems will be a bit more polished than first drafts. Most of the material will come from poetry that I wrote in my first 100 day project. In addition to writing the poems, I’m also going to read them, so that you may hear how they sound in my head. I’ve been told I have a pleasant voice, so I’m sure you won’t be disappointed. Lastly, I’ll create one blog post where I read a famous poem written by a real poet! I will also include a little history and fun facts about the poet.

Year 2017 365 Photo Journey (October 17th thru October 21st) – Miscellany

Some pics from Bloomington, plus an old one from Central Park (2016). Enjoy!


365 Photo Journey

Apparently, this is a thing. Consider it a challenge, a journal, or a journey (I prefer journey). Take a picture a day and post it to your blog. Here are some reasons why you should try it, too.