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A Tropical Fever

Charlotte Hamrick

A Tropical FeverOn the island nightwas a wall of flameascended, receded, opened,disappeared again.He was feverish,vague, unsettled —preparation was almostexecution.Pleasure bound, all was ready,minutes doubled into desiremore poetical in the obscurityof the night.Thoughts, illusions, anticipation,the island loomed large.He could not close his eyesfor a moment. Na/GloPoWriMo day 5. This is an erasure created from The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas via Project Gutenberg. See screenshot below of the selected page. I’ve been watching th PBS production so it seemed a good idea to use a page from the text. Happy Easter! Happy Passover! Continue reading A Tropical Fever

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NaPoWriMo & Something Small Every Day: Runaway Money

Charlotte Hamrick

Runaway MoneyIn her suitcase, a secretIt simmersin this just-in-case journeydown a dusty gravel road after the last straw was tornadoed away with constant interruptions & missing the point was thrown at her with mindless powerSeven miles worth of bubbling plans& blisters is worth every painfulstep even if her destination is a dump -She can clean she can rub everything shiny, new, & free It’s been a few years since I participated in NaPoWriMo so I thought I’d combine it with my Something Small, Every Day practice. Like my practice, it probably won’t be every day but we’ll see. I began … Continue reading NaPoWriMo & Something Small Every Day: Runaway Money

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Something Small, Every Day (or so): Patterns

Charlotte Hamrick

Erasure created from text in Start Small: How Tiny Nature Grows Hope by Michela Griffith. I recently discovered Michela’s Substack which focuses on nature photography and observations from her home in Northeast Scotland. Her prose is gorgeous and insightful. I recommend her site. My “Something Small, Every Day (or so)” series is inspired by Austin Kleon’s piece here where he says, “Building a body of work (or a life) is all about the slow accumulation of a day’s worth of effort over time.” Continue reading Something Small, Every Day (or so): Patterns

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Something Small, Every Day (or so): Disruption on Parade

Charlotte Hamrick

Disruption on ParadeNo matter its name, no matter yoursNo rules apply hereIf your eyes grew wider would you capture light thin the fearFresh from mediocrity my fingers struggle and still I persistswallow wholeBreathTonePulseA simple concept in this pre-packagedworldeach separate but … Continue reading Something Small, Every Day (or so): Disruption on Parade

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Something Small, Every Day (or so): To the Little British Girl

Charlotte Hamrick

To the Little British Girl on Gardener’s World who grew her first garden this year. Your tour of the garden was just what my tired and sad eyes needed this morning. Walking the garden in your pink wellies, you proudly showed the dahlias you grew from seed, the roses you rescued from black spot, tending them with care and fresh compost, the tomatoes (toe-mah-toes) and peppers bursting with life, and everything you declared as “lovely”. Little British girl, you are lovelier than the loveliest flower. Your delight is contagious and a reminder to observe the small things, to nurture the … Continue reading Something Small, Every Day (or so): To the Little British Girl

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Something Small, Every Day (or so): Exhale Slowly

Charlotte Hamrick

Exhale SlowlyAfter the foot departs in theirSearch for meaning andA good woman done wrong,The earth moves and five minutesAgo rain tapped out. Today’s lessonIs humility. Up to down, right to left,I follow. What is the color Of love or a shadow’s weight?Above the sky or below the waves,Some days pain drags behind meNo matter what. Exhale slowly that longTunnel ribbed in silence. In keeping with my intent to create something small every day and to resurrect my poetry practice, I plan to publish on this site one of my poems every few days. I won’t do it every day because … Continue reading Something Small, Every Day (or so): Exhale Slowly