Ten days! One-third of the month done. I think I’m finding my rhythm, wait, don’t jinx it.
Today’s prompt is to write a prose poem, something I’m not that familiar with. The website Poets.org explains:
“Though the name of the form may appear to be a contradiction, the prose poem essentially appears as prose, but reads like poetry.” Sounds simple, but, as editor Peter Johnson says:
“Just as black humor straddles the fine line between comedy and tragedy, so the prose poem plants one foot in prose, the other in poetry, both heels resting precariously on banana peels.”
So here goes, my feet on the banana peels! Continue reading
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