Day 29 NaPoWriMo: Specific Noun From Favorite Poem: Flower


Like humans, flowers gestate in the dark,

Each fed by time, water and sunlight spark,

A flower can be wild, can be a weed,

Can overtake expansive space, starting out as small seed,

The line between admiration and envy,

A comma, so common, yet breathtaking, begin and ending.



Read one of my favorite poems whose specific noun, flower, inspired my poem:

“When Death Comes” by Mary Oliver:

Day 28 NaPoWriMo: Skeltonic Verse


Your mind will not be my cage,

Light the palo santo and the sage,

Purify and turn the page,

Pause for righteousness, cease, release,

There is a case for Godliness, a reason to seek peace,

We must still ourselves as the world continues to turn,

Though absent now, the sun will return,

We will descend or rise together,

Let’s be wise and rise, let us be windswept feathers,

Floating on the breeze of mystery,

Hope, hardwork and many dreams,

Collaborating to rebuild our shared reality.

Day 27 NaPoWriMo: Taste



Do you remember your first taste of cream?

You were the fuzzy eyed bambi in a colostrum daydream,

They broke bread, you ate,

So many first tastes:

Dense cotton candy circus peanuts,

Salty blue corn chips made of tortilla,

Greasy hamburgers, tomato cheese tin of spaghettio’s for lunch,

Crisp, watery cucumber and orange carrot crunch,

Bubblegum amoxicillin when you were sick,

Pills softly sliding in buttery syrup,

I spit out my first sushi,

Had some more when I found out I just didn’t care for seaweed,

Homemade Creme Brulee, hummus and beef tacos with kidney beans,

Dad’s 20 layer salad, Mom’s enchiladas, tuna casserole and rainbow funfetti,

Food tastes like community and memories,

All of which are salty, bitter, sour, savory and sweet.

NaPoWri Mo Day 26: Exploring an Object from POV of far off Scientist (Alien or Human)



Affectionate humans, showing such care,

Hugging paper in their absence, were bent metal, coiled for flair,

Shiny little paper accents,

Preferring, non verbal to digital, that talked to them,

Silver remnants, reflecting and to remember,

All that has been broken apart can easily come back together.



Also, thanks NaPoWriMo crew, for this entire experience and especially because I totally have this in my head now:



Day 25 NaPoWriMo: Exploring a Small, Defined Space



Flat, portable, expansive and relieved of constraints of time,

Words become worlds to simple and academic minds,

All rage, delight, and means to pacify lie, with just a look,

Within the dog-eared, margin written, rebellious, shouting yet silent, pages of a book.

Response: Why Physicians Should Stop Thinking That A Woman’s Choice To Be Childfree Is Up For Debate


Sometimes in life, you have moments that get your attention. You survive something and you do your best to minimize and/or normalize the experience. The truth is, you’re deeply disappointed by your world and those you thought were there to help you. It’s only years later, when you’re allowed to dust off these memories that you realize that the shame you’ve been carrying around doesn’t belong to you.

When I was in my 20’s, I was married and in seminary. I was quickly realizing that I didn’t want to have biological children. My husband agreed. We had made our decision, after 5 years of research and marriage, 7 years together as a couple, which is more than I can say for many parents but I digress.

When I went to my (female) doctor seeking a more permanent solution I was laughed at and told to wait for menopause or told to have a couple kids and then we could discuss my options.

I switched providers.

My husband had a vasectomy and he was still under scrutiny but not told to wait for old age or to have children first before he could have the procedure.

In the time before and since making our decision permanent, I have cultivated a childfree network online. Recently a person in that network wanted to write about experiences such as mine. I didn’t even realize until I read her work in it’s entirety how ashamed I was, for what had happened to me at that doctor’s office.

I’m not ashamed anymore, I am “A” I am April Barnhart.

Thank you Chanel for the gift of bearing witness to my pain/shame and in so doing, allowing me to place it where it belongs, I now offer my story as a gift, may the internet take it where it may, may it be a mirror, with G-d’s help,  a snapshot, reflecting a moment in our world and our medical industrial complex.

Is this how we want things to be? Don’t we all deserve better?


Read more of Chanel’s piece here:

NaPoWriMo Day 24: Ekphrasis


From Breviary, Use of Verdun c. 1302-1305


I only draw what I see,

Think it’s strange? So is reality.

I only draw what is there,

Maybe there is a touch of toxicity in our air,

Perhaps it’s leading us to what you’d call a permanent acid trip,

De-volving into a mystical world permeated with overgrown animals and spirits,

So our wine, wig powders and makeup merry,

May be filled with lead, arsenic and touch of cherry,

Thus expanding our minds to a particular, peculiar view,

I only draw what I see, what you see is up to you.