I Guess

callanishhi.  Calanais (Callanish)

Calanais Standing Stones, Outer Hebrides

I guess

After Bernadette Mayer

I guess it’s too late to walk the standing stones of Scotland.

I guess it’s too late to live on the outskirts of standing stones.

I guess it’s too late to start life over in the harsh heather of northern Scotland.

Too late to endure the midges of summer and the rages of winter.

We’ll never have a stone circle on our small lot in the valley.

On the farm, I wanted to have a circle way out in the back of 40 acres.

I’m too old to travel to Scotland.  What is it, fifty five hours in the air?

I’d have to take my leopard cane and wear my neck brace.

I guess I couldn’t walk for three days.  We’re not suited to travel now.

He couldn’t take his supplements, all the mushrooms and bitters and licorice.

I’ll never write poetry beneath the towering stones of the ancients.

I cannot travel like Clair in Outlander or I would have been there years ago.

We couldn’t get there even if we had the money.

Maybe I’ll just go walk the labyrinth in Fairhaven Park.

It won’t be the same.  The shadows are different.

No, I’ll never go to Temple Wood or Ring of Bridgar.

I wonder if Bobby Burns walked far off on a “bra’d breck moonlec nic”

to lay with the ghosts of the past?  My ancestors in a circle.

It’s too much work for a poet to gather all the writing materials,

the artist to trudge with easel and canvas and proper brushes,

it’s just too much to go to the standing stones of Scotland,

Loanhead of Davot, Creann Halavig, Cnoc Filibbir, Calanais.

I would have to learn Gaelic first and find the my clan’s tartan.

I am a poet and my Muse has long wandered the standing stones of Scotland.

C.J. Prince


What March 31st Means


Some people look skyward, for the Lion of March to exit this year.  I only wonder and will appreciate every raindrop should it come.

March 31st is the day before April 1st when Fools dance in my head, the day I didn’t get married, the day I gave up foolish tricks.

Now that day is the Fool jumping off the cliff into the guaranteed madness of National Poetry Month, the day I throw all caution to the wind and fly into the dictionary of the unknown with dragonfly wings and my word-catcher net.

I’ll check in with what happens.  The collective unconscious of the world shimmers with the possibilities.  Poets are brimming with anticipation.

Welcome, April with a dance.

Whatever is NaPoWriMo?


NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April.

This website is owned and operated by Maureen Thorson, a poet living in Washington, DC. Inspired by NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month), she started writing a poem a day for the month of April back in 2003, posting the poems on her blog. When other people started writing poems for April, and posting them on their own blogs, Maureen linked to them. After a few years, so many people were doing NaPoWriMo that Maureen decided to launch an independent website for the project.

This site was designed by the very nice people at 2the9design, who know waaaaayyyyy more about back-end coding stuff than Maureen does. But this site isn’t meant to be “official,” or to indicate ownership or authority over the idea of writing 30 poems in April. There is no corporate sponsorship of this project. No money is intended to change hands anywhere. Maureen just likes poems and wants to encourage people to write them. The site doesn’t ask for your email address, or any other personal information. Heck, you don’t even have to give your name.

Win A Doodle! Woo!

I missed this. So sad. I think this is the salamander artist. You, know, the famous salamander artist? I think this is it. Better follow.

Hey, Look! A Writer Fellow!

for YOU

When I posted my first “Win a Doodle!” contest last year, my motives were simple: I didn’t have a post but I still wanted to post something. I figured that maybe a dozen blog followers would enter. Instead, the comments section went nutty. I was bewildered.

So I did the doodle contest thing a few months later – and that turnout was even nuttier.

It’s been a quite a while since my last doodle contest — and a few of you rabble rousers won’t let me forget it. I have been harassed! Harangued! Badgered! Bullied!

And, like France on the eve of a major war, I have capitulated.

Here’s another chance to win your very own doodle!


Yep. It’s true. Need proof? Fine.

Jenion, the winner of the first doodle contest, is an avid cyclist. She asked me to doodle a cyclist. So I did.

Ta daa! Ta daa! (Click to see larger.)

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