Jen's second to last

Happy trails to you!

Jason for Day 29

(removed)

Jen's for Day #28

Goodnight, sweetheart!

Jen's for Day #27

Toodle-loo!

Ada's for April 26

{poem was here}

Jason for Day 28

(thanks!)

Jason for Day 27

(was naught)

Jen's For Day #26

Fare thee well!

Jason for Day 25

(was anti-insipirational)

Jason for Day 26

(was pop culture-y)

Jason for Day 24

(was a love poem)

Ada's for April 25

{poem was here}

Ada's for April 24

{poem was here}

Jen's for Day #25

buh-bye

Ada's for April 23

{poem was here}

Jen's #24

Gone with the wind.

Ada's for April 22

{poem was here}

Ada's for April 21

{poem was here}

Jen's for Day #23

Gone daddy gone!

Jen's for Day #22

The poems run away like wild horses, etc.

Jason for Day 23

(pop culture/found poem)

Jason for Day 22

(was socially engaged)

Jason for Day 21

(was a charming personal anecdote)

Jason day 20

(was all science-y)

Jen's for Day #21

See how they run...

Ada's for April 20

{poem was here}

Jen's for Day #20

Now you see it...

Jason's Day 19

(Was a Confessional Poem)

Jason day 18

(was about losing my rings)

Ada's for April 19

{poem was here}

Jen's for #19

Now you don't.

Ada's for April 18

{Poem was here}

Ada's for April 17

{poem was here}

Jen's for Day #18

Blink.

Jason Day #17

(was about the body)

Ada's for April 16

{poem was here}

Jen's for Day #17

Fade.

Jason Day #16 (caught up!!!)

(was about drinking)

Jason Day #15

(was about Texas)

Jason Day #14

(was a poem of the factoid)

Jason Day #13

(was about love)

Jen's for the 16th

That's all she wrote.

Where do all the poems go?

Well, we put them in our pockets and our hearts and we fix them and fix them and fix them until they are really ready for an audience. This is fast and furious draft-writing. We need to go back and really work them for weeks, months, years and then we shall release them some day when they are all grown up and wearing their sexy dresses and wanting the keys the car and we'll stand at the door and wave and cry and hold each other and say, "It just all happened so fast!." Until then, more to come. Maybe even one today! Probably. Thanks a ton for reading so far. And for your awesome comments!

Ada's for April 15

(pocketed)

Jen's for Tax Day #15

Au revoir!

Ada's for April 14

(pocketed)

Uh oh

White space! 2 poems due today!
These are my ideas: a baseball poem (it's been awhile)
and a poem using the word Scantron machine.

Jen's for Day #14

Sayonara!

Ada's for April 13

(pocketed)

Jen's for Day #13

Adios!

Quick Observation: Day 13 Check-In

I am writing with a lot of "ands."
I have said "fuck" and "fucking" in two poems!
(I never fucking do that.)
I am writing poems about horses.
I am writing poems about sex.
I am writing poems about death.
I am writing poems about grief.
So, sex, death, horses, and grief.
Interesting...interesting.
What have you done to me National
Poetry Month!?

Jason Day #12

(was about a house)

Ada's for April 12

(pocketed)

Jen's for Day #12

Aloha!

Jen's for Day #11

Auf Weidersehn!

Ada's for April 11

(pocketed)

Jen's for #10

Selamat tinggal!

Jen's for #9 (I'm behind!)

Adjö!

Jason Day #11

(was about firearms)

Ada's for April 10

(pocketed)

Ada's for April 9

(pocketed)

Jason Day #10

(was about Cyndi Lauper)

Jason Day #9

(was all questions)

Ada's for April 8

(pocketed)

Jen's for Day #8

Adieu!

Jason Day #8

(was about building)

Ada's April 7 (From the plane!)

(pocketed)

Jason Day #7

(was about zombie e-mail)

Jen's for Day 7

Later, gator!

Jason Day #6

(more found poetry)

Dr. Ada's Day 7 Check-in on Mental Health

If I was a doctor or particularly, a therapist, I would observe that the most difficult thing about writing and posting a poem every day is that you cannot afford to censor yourself. Usually, if a poem comes out raw and unready, or could be embarrassing due to its tender subject matter, we can tuck it away for a month, or a year. During the month of April, this is impossible. We can't censor ourselves or protect ourselves from our own naked ideas. Because we are writing A POEM A DAY. This is why it is very difficult and, I think I can speak for Jason and Jen here, it leaves us feeling skinless in the wind. So, if you see us crumble here, it's because usually we can close the curtain... heal a bit before letting you all peak in. But not in April. In April we're naked in the window, probably crying, maybe laughing, and most likely torturing ourselves into a tizzy. Dr. Ada thinks this is actually good for us. Though it might not look or sound good to you. And not because poems are like therapy (I do not believe that), but because writing every day awakens those hidden parts, the parts that desire to be squelched, and makes them parade down the street in all their awkward glory. Tada!

Jen's for Day #6

Say hi to your mother for me!

Ada's for April 6

(pocketed)

Jason Day #5

(was about Ptown)

Ada's for April 5

(pocketed)

Jen's for Day #5...oooooo I'm dyyyin!

Elvis has left the building!

Ada's for April 4

(pocketed)

Jason for Day 4

(was about teaching Whitman)

Jen's for Day #4

Toodles!

Jason Day #3

(was about art)

Ada's for April 3

(pocketed)

Jason Day #2

(was about my distaste for scatological poems)

Jen's for Day 3

Presto!

Ada's for April 2

{poem was here}

Ada's for April 2nd.

(pocketed)

Jen's for Day #2

Zip!

Jason Day #1

(was a lullaby)

Ada's for April 1st

(pocketed)

Jen's for Day #1

Poof!

National Poetry Month!

April 1st marks the first day of National Poetry Month. In a tribute to the month, many things will happen. First, there will be cake every day. Secondly, there will also be flowers. Lastly, there will be three first drafts of poems published here from me, Jennifer L. Knox, and Jason Schneiderman...every...single...day.

These cannot, will not, be finished poems. Unless the skies open for a quick little miracle of art, one rarely finishes a poem in a day, or a week, or a year. BUT, as an exercise for poets...it's quite useful. We take them a away and fix them over the following year and sometimes they morph into really lovely talking pieces of paper!

So happy April. Happy Spring. Happy Poetry. Happy clumsy drafts of first starts of poems. Be easy on us. We post so that we actually complete them, but it's terrifying.