Glo/NaPoWriMo 2024

Dear reader, dear fellow poet,

Thank you for stopping by.

I am grateful to Maureen for launching this initiative in 2003. In 2013, I joined, or rather gatecrashed, as an international participant. Thanks to Aaron Compton, the term “GloPoWriMo” or “Global Poetry Writing Month” was born in 2016, and since then, I have been trumpeting my international participation.

Unlike in the previous years, I will bundle all my entries in this post. To reduce scrolling and meeting the literary journals requirement of unpublished work, I will clear previous entries to my discretion. Please read my poems as drafts. Between traveling, work, and other life adventures, I am not seeking perfection here but the inspiration to refine the poems after this beautiful affair ends.

Happy reading and poeming!


Today’s prompt challenges to write a poem that plays with the idea of a “tall tale.”

The story of his childhood is ambiguous.
Some said he fell out of a grammar book.
Some said he was from a figurative land.
But he was a smooth jazzy little fellow.
His baby babblings were saxophonics.
He spoke using the Kenning language;
the eyes were two balls on the forehead,
the tears were gentle running streams,
the ears were bowls collecting sounds,
the body was a suitcase of bones and meat.
He was a rightful heir to the Kennings
until that one fateful saxophone class
when a teacher mispronounced his name
as Kenny G.

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