EpigraMarch is a (yearly?) poetry challenge à la Inktober, started by me to replace what poet Savannah Brown used to call Escapril. It consisted of a list of prompts, one for each day in March, for which a poem will have to be written. Prompts are revealed one at a time on the day on which they are due. Post your submissions anywhere under the epigramarch tag to encourage participation and message me at telomagnetics@protonmail.com if you want a link to your submissions on this site.
Some last dew on the grass by the mailbox A last chill in the bricks as they chip, in the face of a man on the bench near my house who won't greet as he's chewing his lip. Hear the sound of a tram reaching Ostplatz pitching down as it's passing away and a lady in blue on the platform across puffs a smoke signal — reach whom it may. There are kids in a fight over nothing and a student who furrows his brow at a meaningless headline of utmost importance not sensing the here in this now. I don't know if just one of them saw it: There's a bird lying dead at my feet. Had it chosen this city just like me? Had it known every shop on the street? Has it glanced even once through my window? Is it last but not first that we meet? I pronounce this coordinate holy on a curb in a town in a state in a country a world and a cosmos in a here holding space as I wait