wild, by Britta Benson

A little update on where I am with my blackout poetry. I’ve finished my ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’ project, typed it all up, 172 poems, a whole novel blacked out, transformed into a reflection on ‘Love in Time’. Soon, I’ll edit this piece and then, I’ll published it. Still working out the practical

Approaching storm, by Britta Benson

I’m working on my big poetry projects right now, so in my free time, I like to play around with ideas. Here’s one of my ‘playing around’ poems. Approaching Storm and the water’s edge clambers over rocks, maps out the jagged crusts of barnacles, claims splintered seashells, sprays and flails then this shape shifter becomes

Seize the day, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry challenge. The guideline, set by Denise DeVries: Use a random word or first line generator as inspiration for your poem. You can find the full guidelines and Denise’s prompt poem here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2023/01/18/w3-prompt-38-weave-written-weekly/ So, I did just that. I used a random word generator, set it at 6

the writer, by Britta Benson

I’m ploughing my way through ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’. I still love my blackout poetry project. Today, I did another four pages and I want to share this one with you. It amused me to ‘find’ this writer on the page. the writer the writer mingled with love, toasted memory lack of maturity

terror became poetry, by Britta Benson

I’m ploughing my way through ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’ and I’m having fun. Some blackout poems turn out great, others end up a little weird. I like the variety. This one, a bit of a weird one. Still, I like it. terror became poetry terror became poetry, it was like finding an oasis

About poverty, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s W3 Poetry Challenge. The guidelines, set by Murisopsis: write about the theme of poverty in 14 lines. You can find her prompt poem and full guidelines here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2023/01/04/w3-prompt-36-weave-written-weekly/ About poverty Three. Exact number of emotions the average person can name. Happy. Angry. Sad. Done with that. Simplicity of soul

inheritance, by Britta Benson

Another ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’ poem. Here goes: inheritance a lifetime, the construction of history, the order of interest and ideas, time on its inaugural flight, the poetic impossible, the culmination of thoughts in their own light I posted another one, ‘memory’, on ‘Britta’s Blog’ today. Here’s the link: https://brittasblog422041504.wordpress.com/2023/01/03/love-in-the-time-of-cholera/

love, by Britta Benson

So, my first poem of the year and yet another blackout one. ‘love’ seems a good way to start 2023. Here goes: love a knot, a dawn, an experienced revelation, the most lucid peregrination years of familiarity turning inside out and upside down a dare, a fear, another shadow a permanent probability, an immediate reality,

breaking, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry challenge. The guidelines, set by Poet of the Week Paula Light: write a poem about a break up (not necessarily in a romantic sense). Any style. 20 lines or less. You can read Paula’s prompt poem and guidelines here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/12/28/w3-prompt-35-weave-written-weekly/ This is what I made of it:

mercy in four moves, by Britta Benson

Here’s the third of my series of blackout poems. I am working my way through ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’. If I do one poem a day, it will take me about half a year to fill the book. My first project for the new year. Well, I’ve already started. No better time than