First Black-Out Poetry Poem

The physical copy

the room, well-dressed with
meticulously
tall, thin, angular
eyes like a thunderbird seated

oil and emery prepare
a seal, drilling that it
might be smoothed

The golden glance,
dusty, held high
to visit the design suspect
engagingly far (away)

Low the days for Babylon,
strange as an envoy
of peace seemed

Low, the days


Our local library prepared a number of black-out poetry kits for locals to take and try, in honor of National Poetry Month. I had been meaning to play with this technique for a long time, but it took my daughter noticing the free kits for it to finally happen. I’ve doctored the words a little to help it make sense. . . . I’m still not sure how much it really helps, but I’m sharing the result with you anyway!

Have you tried black-out poetry? Are you a pro at it? I would love to see some examples!

Check out what writer Christopher J. Luna does with this kind of poetry, plus cutting and pasting and collaging and generally making brilliant things with words!

Morning Observations

Central Texas Philharmonic | photo by Amy Jasek (digital)

The song of the morning
is a lot of ecstatic tweets,
high pitched messages,
and low slung motor grindings

All around, in the houses,
people are working,
watching TV, surfing on WiFi,
rejoicing, grieving.

All around, outside,
urban nature goes about
its own business, with all
the seriousness of a concert
pianist responding
to the conductor.


Just a few words made on a recent spring morning out on my patio, with a coffee. Where do you like to write, if you write in the morning?

Thank you for reading!

Evening, after the rain

Caddo Lake State Park, Forest Trail (TX) | Hasselblad 500cm & Portra 800

The backyard glows
like an emerald, the leaves are
gemstones in a dark forest,
reflecting the dying light of the rain,
while the wet wood of bark
and fence posts offers no bite,
just molders away with a
mushroom aura, anticipating
the decaying gloom.

Earlier a rabbit hopped
through the soft marsh of the grass
searching, investigating, hopeful

They aren’t leaves, they are drops
of jade, and peridot, shining above a
glade of malachite blades,
while the topaz sky lowers its skirts
into a sapphire sea


If this poem seems somewhat derivative, it is: a couple of days ago I purposely wrote a poem after Pablo Neruda (whose writing I adore), so I had the names of gemstones still lingering in my brain. These words will be included in my Camp NaNo Project . . . . I *think*. Like everything else in life, it remains a work in progress!

Thank you for reading! If you feel like writing something about how your own little patch of the earth looks in the evening after it rains, I would love to read it!

Wildflowers

Medium format film | Ondu pinhole camera

With sunshine and grace
you present your joyful face
to brighten this place

Nourished by autumn
the seeds wait in secret hope
for the coming spring

In storm the showers
of restorative powers:
the earth re-flowers

And bees run the race
a buzz of furious pace
through the garden space

So much more than commonplace
far too wild to be encased
in a vase
Leave them for the wind to chase
til time gathers all
in its sweet embrace



This poem is in response to a prompt from RDW World , who for a year now has had a 365 prompt project going that he then publishes into books. Personally I think what he has been doing is terrific, not only for the community he’s built but also for the opportunity he gives writers to be published in an anthology that you can hold in your hand!

I put the first haiku stanza on my Instagram, and am sharing the entire piece here. Thank you for reading!

Hi, Hello, and How are You?

Photo by Katie Mollon

Hi there! I’m Amy. Some of you reading this probably (hopefully) know me, maybe even in real life! I wear a lot of different hats on a daily basis: I’m a mother, which takes top priority, I’m a photographer, I run a couple of Instagram accounts for groups that I’m passionate about (Film Shooters Collective and World Cyanotype Day), I play the piano, I run, I read, and I write.

For a number of reasons, I decided to start this website for sharing my poetry. I already have a website for photography, and I’ve been blogging there with varying degrees of regularity for a few years. I used to take part in 52 rolls here on WordPress, and recall with fondness how much easier it was to connect with people on that blog because of the platform itself. I’m not satisfied with only sharing my words on Instagram, which is limited, or on Medium, which has lately become plagued by the drive to earn in a way that has – as least temporarily – made me feel hemmed in and put off. What matters to me is putting my work out there, and having the nerve to do it, rather than getting paid for it. This ain’t my first creative rodeo.

So, here I am. I’m planning – loosely – to share a poem a day. I can’t make that a pinky promise, however. I’m also planning – again, loosely – to share inspiration with y’all from wherever I find it, with the hope of passing on the spark. More than likely I’ll share stuff and things about my writing journey, which I laid down for a quite a few years and only picked up again in 2020. I’m wide open, and would love your comments and suggestions.

Here’s to the road ahead, here’s to the adventure, here’s to hope and growth and love.