Joe Hesch

On Day 10 of November's poem-a-day stagger, I could write a "form" poem. Or an "anti-form" poem. As usual, I chose both. BTW, this poem is a 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllable Spanish shadorma. The formless thing is me. it finally dawned upon him wp.me/p1AR9N-4F7

For Day 8 of this hiccuping poem-a-day quest, A poem based on a title that begins with "True ......" And ain't this the truth? True, I Never Was wp.me/p1AR9N-4F2 #poetry #PoemADay #love #relationships

As a poet, your stock in trade are pretty, clever or even truthful words. Often the lines are held together by feelings. They're mostly yours, though. Working Without a Net Again wp.me/p1AR9N-4ES #poem #PoemADay #love #feelings #sharing

For Day 6 of my smashed November poem-a-day string, a "power" poem. Or at least a weird take on my weird power. Patooie wp.me/s1AR9N-patooie #poem #poet #aging #PoemADay #imagination

New #poem... I Can Write About Something (else) wp.me/p1AR9N-4Ek

When you get older, there are days your mind can feel like a beat up car in idle, running, but with no radio and nowhere to go. Here's a new #poem... Another October I'll Forget wp.me/p1AR9N-4Ee

The idea of keeping a #journal passed through my mind often over the years. Never did. Thus I've no contemporaneous words to recall my life. So I write #poems from here back to there. Not sure that makes me a... Journalist wp.me/p1AR9N-4E7 #memories #youth #aging

My first draft of this week's shot at @SiobhanMuir's #ThurThreads #flashfiction get-together, in which an old man imparts a lesson to his grandson he learned too late. Waiting for the Next One wp.me/p1AR9N-4DW #aging #family #regret

After a little 30-year wander of my memory, I came up with this #100Word "wandering" poem for @WritersDigest. Still Wandering Those Shores wp.me/p1AR9N-4DP #poetry #inspiration #memories

All the chapters of my self-bowdlerized and abridged life can be contained in a wee novella, seven years a piece, the monotonous plot of each the same as the others. Except for that one point each in a string of... Septenniums wp.me/p1AR9N-4DA #poem #poet #life

The request from @WritersDigest was for a "haunted" #poem. These days, I'm more haunted by the better poetry I used to write. Nevertheless, if ever I stop trying... Better I Die wp.me/p1AR9N-4Dv #poetrycommunity #muse #imagination

My Muse and the season moved my heretofore immovable imagination today. Not all that far, but it moved. Hobbled wp.me/s1AR9N-hobbled #poem #poetry #autumn #poet #aging

First-draft stab at @SiobhanMuir's latest @ThursThreads feature. It wasn't his usual order at the coffee shop, but in the end it still turned out to be a... Piece of Cake wp.me/p1AR9N-4Di #flashfiction #250words

No, not quite like Jack London's "How to Build a Fire," but maybe you'll catch something from this "out" #poem for @WritersDigest... Running the Out wp.me/p1AR9N-4Dc #poem #football #aging #memories #grandchildren

What would it be like if we could just talk to one another without all the blocks and filters we place between us? But what if we could? Yeah... Thought So wp.me/p1AR9N-4D7 #poetry #sharing #conversation

It's been so dry for so long. But I am, at heart, a fisherman of sorts. So, once more, here I go... Wading Again in the Stream of Consciousness #poem #poetrycommunity #hope #creativity wp.me/p1AR9N-4CI

New #poem about from here to here.... Calliope and the Race to Nowhere wp.me/p1AR9N-4Cw

Today I let my imagination take a walk next to the Hudson, or the #UAlbany pond, of maybe the fountain by Hawkins Hall in #Plattsburgh. Found this floating there. On Days Like Today wp.me/p1AR9N-4Cp #poem #imagination #100Words #memory

Back When wp.me/p1AR9N-4Cg #poetry #youth #aging #memory #150Words