NaPoWriMo :: Odds and Ends

I’ve been having an internal debate over whether or not to post my NaPoWriMo poems as I write them. On the one hand, the feedback, encouragemnt (and blog hits!) are all well worth it. On the other hand, I’ve finally started submitting a lot of work this year to competitions and journals, and it’s often the case that you can’t submit a piece of writing if it’s appeared anywhere online.

So, I’ve decided that a happy middle ground is to share little bits of what I’ve written, but hold back the full poems for editing and submitting.

Without further ado, here we go:




We were ships becalmed,

doldrummed by our mother’s heartbeat,

wrestling for space and fresh water.



Their hands itch for trophies;

their minds are dirty with birdwing

and the stench of rutting.



My infant tongue

was a great pronouncer of words,

impatient to unwrap syllables


About sarahgracelogan

Sarah Grace is an itinerant scribbler and general layabout. She runs a writing group called CAKE.shortandsweet, because any form of procrastination from actual writing is always attractive to the serious author of refined taste. When not distracted by laser pens, Sarah Grace writes novels, short stories and flash fiction, poetry, stage scripts and screenplays. She has performed her work at Stirred Poetry, Bad Language and Tongue in Cheek Manchester. Her first publication, Humping the Boonies is a self-published chapbook available directly from the author, or from Travelling Man, Manchester. You can find more details about her ongoing projects, not to mention a selection of free stories up for grabs right here on her blog. She also likes to talk about theatre, film, books, photography, and especially games and other things that involve collaborative storytelling. Sarah Grace likes feedback, in whatever form it comes.


  1. I had a similar debate with myself, and then thought that since I’m focusing on writing my novel currently that I might as well post my poems through April and use them as mainly writing exercises to keep my poetry muscles in shape.

  2. Poetry rarely speaks to me but you know I love your way with words. It’s visceral and direct without being confrontational. You get it… immediately.

    the patio acned and sunken

    That’s precisely what I mean. Go for it! What have you got to lose?

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