Eva Moe

Tag: first draft

  • November 21st, Poem 4

    Of the many poems I wrote yesterday for NaNoWriMo, this one was my favorite.

    I hit 30,000 words a few days ago. Hopefully on this long weekend I can catch up!

  • Small differences

    Trying very hard to have interesting handwriting. 

  • Lemon Water

    Yesterday, I flipped through my journal and found the section of doodled faces. I wrote this draft based on the drawing.

  • From the Notebook: Fluency

  • From the Notebook: Student

  • A.E. Housman notebook poem

    It’s been a while since I wrote here and I’ll tell you why. JOBS. Two of them.

    This is newly written, and like my earlier stream of consciousness poem, I took a whole page and threw out some words.

    here’s a legible version:

    I to my perils
    came not like A.E. Housman
    clad in armor by stars benign.
    I swam to them in my PJs
    water logged, hair kinked
    and trouble was a bonfire.
    I was the mosquito and the jet was my blood meal.
    Whoever shaved before 8th grade wished too hard for time to pass
    and passing is the great curse and gift of prickly knees.
    I dragged myself through marshes by tufts of leg hair
    to which I gleamed a shining eye to Hope
    I’d not trifle with a fleeting love
    or mad money and me, the poet,
    the victim of my own desires.
    If I was a better friend, the last line
    would have been my own design.

  • Rubber Trees in Malaysia

    To me it looked like a regular young forest
    Liang said they’re Rubber Trees
    to be cut down on their fifth birthday
    i picture the entire forest falling down on the trampoline ground
    bouncing back into place
    a lumberjack’s nightmare