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NapoWriMo 2011 Day 5 Poems and Prompt for April 5, 2011 5/30

April 5, 2011

It’s NaPoWriMo Day5

We’re writing a poem every day for 30 days to celebrate National Poetry Month and to challenge ourselves to be creative and just have fun achieving this goal.  Some days we alternate lines (depending upon the form, our inspiration and mood)  other days we create something on our own and make suggestions for improvements.   There are fresh raw poems…Normally you’d sit on them for a while, revise them  before sharing them—but this is all part of the NaPoWriMo experience, a humbling challenge to write 30 poems in 30 days and challenge yourself to do it, share it.

If I can do it, you can do it.   Teresa who is not really a poet at all, enjoys doing it….Have fun…    You don’t have to follow a prompt or create a prompt, but that can add to the challenge.

Today’s prompt is to write about an old family photograph.

Today’s FORM challenge is the Chōka which consists of at least three 5-7 Japanese sound unit phrases and concludes with a 5-7-7 ending.  We did syllables.  (See below for more on this)

Happy writing

Chris Chōka  for April 5, 2011

Inside Grandma’s house

Uncles make funny faces

Grandma’s at the stove

While Grandpa plays piano

Cousins play ping pong

Uncles make funny faces

Mom’s in the kitchen

Aunts are setting the table

Dad’s got the Kodac

Uncles make funny faces

In basement of grand old house.

© 2011

Teresa’ Choka for April 5, 2011

She and I grinning

On the couch not waiting for

Click of camera

She and I grinning, alife

On the couch laughing

Not waiting for camera

Laughing, she and I

On the couch, not waiting for

Memories.  She and I breathe.

© 2011

Chōka consists of 5-7 Japanese sound units phrases repeated at least twice, and concludes with a 5-7-7 ending.

A brief chōka  was made by Yamanoue no Okura in the Nara period, and goes:

瓜食めば子ども思ほゆ栗食めばまして思はゆ何処より来りしものそ眼交にもとな懸りて安眠し寝さぬ (Man’yōshū: 0337),

which consists of a pattern 5-7 5-7 5-7 5-7-7:

瓜食めば           Uri hameba           When I eat melons

子ども思ほゆ                Kodomo Omohoyu         My children come to my mind;

栗食めば           Kuri hameba         When I eat chestnuts

まして思はゆ                Mashite Omowayu         The longing is even worse.

何処より           Izuku yori               Where do they come from,

来りしものそ                Kitarishi monoso              Flickering before my eyes.

眼交に                Manakai ni             Making me helpless

もとな懸りて                Motona kakarite              Endlessly night after night.

安眠し寝さぬ                Yasui shi nesanu               Not letting me sleep in peace?

This prompt borrowed from Wikepedia listing

Keep writing

Poetry is Everything

© 2011


NaPoWriMo Bonus Day 31 for May 1st, 2010

May 1, 2010

BONUS DAY?   Are you nuts?  We’re done with this . . .Post at least three of your favorite poems… one of them should be by someone else… (don’t post the poem without permission from the author but mention it or post a link).

I can’t decide if Esther Helfgott’s  Poem ON  April 3 or April 4th or April 7th were my favorite of the month.  She felt inspired to write something very personal and did so with the kind of rare compassion you rarely see.  Thanks for sharing them. (SHE POSTED THEM ON HER NOTES AT FACEBOOK)

Here’s a few of the poems I wrote this month that I thought were almost good and with a little work, might be worth keeping for a while.  I’ve included a couple of the collaborative Septolets I did with T (we alternated lines).   One of my Poem Starters; and the poem I wrote I liked best.. I suppose…

SEPTOLET  for April 11, 2010

Whistling for frogs
Hallelujah chorus
Recycled couplet
Long sermon

Glazed doughnuts
Bible study

The poem that follows was written as I listened to the Ad Libitum String Quartet  on CD performing the 3rd movement of Faure’s serene String Quartet in F Major—the only piece for string quartet that  19th century French composers Faure ever wrote (which lasts a little over 10 minutes).  I listened to the piece, made a few notes, then listened to the piece and wrote on the computer.  Within 10 seconds of when the piece ended I stopped writing.  I went back read the piece aloud, fixing some of the spelling and grammar (but not all) and then posted it.

String Quartet in F Major Poem
By Christopher J. Jarmick

Watching prim rose leaves
tickled by breezes
the first potted tulip;
a silky red
about to open
amongst the ceramic
kissing frogs
The wind
a bass cello,
the tree branches
dancing in front
of bright sun
falling into a rhythm
of yes,
or fanning some
unseen Cleopatra.
Then still,
the green leaves
moistened with dew
sparkling in morning sun
waiting to be tickled
by another Northwest
gust of wind
only the most
or desperate of
birds dares venture out
this gusty morning.

I imagine Cary Grant
as Roger Thornhill impeccably
overdressed, walking stylishly
against the wind, holding onto his
Stetson entering the bustling
He’s too handsome,
too dashing to ignore
Two gun shots,
someone is killed.
And several people only
remember seeing
innocent Roger standing there
now with smoking gun in his hand,
look of uncommon panic on
his face.
And then he runs,
his life forever

I also thought my poem…  NOT A POEM ABOUT THAT  came out fairly well and I’ll be working on it soon.

(prompt poem)
By Christopher J. Jarmick

I can’t write about
the things I am letting go
leaving behind.

They will not be like faded

Kodak photo
of the Uncle no one talks about.
in a stack of almost forgotten
photos that never made it
into frame for family photo wall
or into any of the blue photo albums.

Who’s that?
“Don’t remember.”

Yet they must.
I remember
the musty basement smell,
the ping pong table there,
see a face clearly, from the photo,
not one familiar at most family


That was his name.

How do I know he’s not really an
They supposedly don’t remember,
Yet I do.

Now I set down to write about
something else, but I won’t do it,
because there are many things
feelings, emotions, smells,
full of memories, some good,
and they make me sad,
make me miss what is gone.

No better to concentrate on the present,
think of tomorrow.

Another  couple of collaborative Septolet I liked (silly one).

Septolet  for   4/ 18 /2010

Rumble Bee
True Jay
Mound squirrel
Pink Angus

Wetland pony
Potted owl
Sunny rabbit

Septolet  4/19/10  #2

Gravel crunch
tennis shoes
Mallard glides
water landing

Boy running
Toddler loose
Hurry, Dad!

And I like this Poem Starter  from April 20th.

Poem Starter for NaPoWrimo  # 20
By Christopher J. Jarmick

Some words are shy,
but others purposefully run away
when you need them

So post and share the poems you’ll be saving, working on.

Keep Writing

The root of the word Poetry is from the Greek   ποιέω (poieō), “‘I
make’”). , poiesis, meaning a “making” or ‘creation’

Poetry is Everything


NaPoWriMo Day 30 Poems, Prompts and challenges for Friday April 30th, 2010

April 30, 2010

To have great poets, there must be great audiences
– Walt Whitman

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts,
poetry cleanses. John Fitzgerald Kennedy

Ta-da. Day 30. The big finale. NaPoWriMo 2010 comes to an end. Hopefully you’ve challenged yourself to write, be creative, post your scribbling in all of their not quite perfected
glory. Did you manage to drop the
excuses, the hesitations, and get something out into the world? Did you do 5 poems you never thought you
would write? 10? 30? Bravo. Hopefully something was started. Hopefully you had fun and
enjoyed it too.

Went a little crazy last night… here’s the results.

Poem Starter for NaPoWrimo #30

By Christopher J. Jarmick

Send us original copy of your most recent U.S. Passport,

Social Security Card, Marriage License

Sample of blood. First born

and at least $75 dollars.

Okay, kidding about first born.

Septolet for 4/30/2010

By T & C.J.

Seersucker limits

Taut truth

Echoed evidence

Dented blemish

Pastel plaid reminder


Life remains

SEPTOLET 4/30/2010 By T & C.J.

Traffic control patterns



Radar gun

Hovering vultures


Eat my dust.

Septolet 4/30/2010 By C.J. & T

Crumpled Note

Pocket drop

Voyuer’s delight

Dinner receipts

Eggs bennedict

Generous tip

SEPTOLET 4/30/2010 by Chris J & T

Fandango series

Ticket critters

Dance steps

$1 Fridays

Musical sting

Lights dimmed

Final chase



Prompt Poem 1 :

The C word

By Christopher J. Jarmick

Christophoros begat Cristoffer,

begat Christopher

Christos – Christ

Phero- to bear, carry.

Legend has a tall strong man

carrying a young Jesus across a river

being named Saint Christopher, patron

saint of travelers.

Christoffer, name of 3 Denmark Kings

in the 15th Century.

Kris Kringle alias Santa

Christophers Columbus to Robin,

devilish Lee to super Reeve and Batman’s Nolan

And the singer Christopher Cross who sang

the Theme to Arthur and won an Oscar, caught

between the moon and the New York city.

Dark Rubber Souls of the Moon

By Christopher J. Jarmick

As I was walking up here on stage, I thought surely

these votes were cast in Florida and mis-counted.

I sing only slightly better than the tone-deaf stepchild of Bob Dylan

and Leonard Cohen but I want to thank my wildest fantasies

for putting you here in front of me, because reality has

left this picture. I will play along, thank the members

who heard the dreams of a 5 year old boy who after buying his

first 45 single, Mr. Bass Man, dreamed of recording with the

Beatles, hanging out with John, Paul, George and Ringo.

I didn’t expect to win, didn’t write anything to read,

Quite honestly I’m not sure how I was even in the auditorium

Because most Grammy shows stink and feature utterly mediocre performances

From the latest Madonna, Miley Cyrus or improved Milli Vanilli wanna-bes.

Pardon me, I don’t mean to seem ungrateful, because this is truly

an honor, so remarkable I can’t even imagine it in a dream.

So what do I say? I’d like to thank several of the people in this room

who write songs, not for the money, or the fame, or the clothes they get

to keep after they make a video, but because they have to write and make

music or they would lose their minds. The real life Leonard Cohens, and

Tom Petty’s and hundreds of you that don’t merely manufacture music on a schedule

dictated by the stockholders of the multi-national conglomerate that owns what’s left of the

music business? I didn’t mean for that to come out so harshly, this is an

an unbelievable overwhelming honor. I must either actually deserve or for some reason you think I deserve it.. so I

thank you.

My Writing Prompt/Challenge for April

NaPoWrimo challenge prompt for Friday, April 30th, 2010

Hey it’s the last day of NaPoWrimo.

Write a poem about your name. You can use the history of your name, where the root of your name comes from and what it means, or you can make something up about what your name means. You can
write a poem about other people who have had your name and what they did. Write about your name… but not about
yourself. You can do a bit of research on first name etymology and history
right here: .


You suddenly find yourself in the audience of the Grammy Awards show.. and your name is called as the winner for THE ALBUM OF THE YEAR. Write a poem, with the album
title as the title of your poem . Your acceptance speech is a poem (free-verse or form, rhyming or not). Congratulations by the way.

I double dog dare you to write 2 poems . Write one for each prompt. You can post one today.. and one tomorrow as a Bonus May 1st NaPoWrimo

The ReadWrite Challenge today is a ‘free day’. Write what you want, how you want, anyway you want. Congratulations. (We also will probably be saying goodbye to read-write as the site is planning to go away shortly.

The root of the word Poetry is from the Greek ποιέω (poieō), “‘I
make’”). , poiesis, meaning a “making” or‘creation’


Poetry is Everything


Christopher J. Jarmick is a Seattle based Author, very active in the Northwest Poetry Community. His latest book is called IGNITION; Poem Starters, Septolets, Statements & Double Dog Dares. Click on it to
find out more about it.


NaPoWriMo Day 29, poems, prompts & challenges for Wednesday April 29, 2010

April 29, 2010

And then there were just 2 days left of NaPoWrimo 2010.   Write a poem or two today, right now, this afternoon, tonight…. It can be done.    Here’s my contributions for today….

Poem Starter for NaPoWrimo  #29

By Christopher J. Jarmick

I stubbed my foot on a bible

after the dictionary fell off the table.

Probably doesn’t mean anything

at all.

Septolet  for   4/29/2010

By Christopher J. Jarmick

Many are

One line wonders


By a phrase

Perfect lines

Poem, age, face


Septolet 4/29/2010   1

C.J.  & T.

Tender Tension

Change rains

Friends depart

Acknowledged accomplishments

Goodbyes avoided

Fledglings un-nested

Flight time.

Septolet 4/29/2010  2

By C.J. & T

Springer Veneer

Moral potholes

Jerry’s asphalt

Emotional over-eaters

Monkey audience

Flashing narcissists

Knock-out bells



By  Christopher J. Jarmick

Peace doesn’t glide in gracefully

on the wings of a white dove;

Offense is the best defense,

We learned that message about power

and might during World War 2.

Attack sharply, decisively

or compromise and end up in a


Call the War in Iraq; Tough love

We need to stabilize extremist dictators

and dangerous cultures.

insist they civilize themselves into

a saner democracy.

War is NOT evil.  War is part of

Humanity, civilization and we must

use it, wage it, fight it, rightly.

It may take many years, but

the world will be a safer, saner

place and there will be better

political systems. Together we will

create a beautiful

multi-colored patchwork

quilt and then we’ll enjoy

peace, tranquility and

pray to God together as a

united people, in a united world.

My Writing Prompt/Challenge  for Thursday,  April 29th, 2010

It’s almost the end of NaPoWrimo.

Time to write as if you are someone other than yourself.  First… think about an issue that you believe pretty strongly in.  could be global warming, could be women’s rights, could be taxes, could be UFOs, could be health care.   Write from the perspective of someone who has the exact opposite opinion as you actually have.   Write the poem using a different voice than you normally would use…. (in other words if you usually write without a lot humor… use a lot of humor… if you write with a lot of subtlety, be anything but subtle, if you use only a few words, write with too many words… etc.

Read Write Poem member D.S. Apfelbaum recalls what William Carlos Williams once wrote, “It is difficult/ to get the news from poems,” but asks, “Who says you can’t get poems from the news?”

For this prompt, choose your favorite newspaper or online news provider. Jot down five to ten headlines that jump out at you and without reading the articles, select elements from each headline to create a new event about which your poem reports.

Alternately, let short-format sections inspire you. Write a poem in the form of an obituary, a personal ad, a classified ad, etc. (Bonus points if you can pull off a poem in the form of a crossword puzzle.)

The root of the word Poetry is from the Greek   ποιέω (poieō), “‘I
make’”). , poiesis, meaning a “making” or ‘creation’


Poetry is Everything


Christopher J. Jarmick is a Seattle based Author, very active in the Northwest Poetry Community.  His latest book is called  IGNITION; Poem Starters, Septolets, Statements & Double Dog Dares. Click on it to find out more about it.


NaPoWriMo 28, Poems, prompts and challenges for April 28, 2010

April 28, 2010

Day 28 And then there were three more NaPoWriMo April days. Write something today. Enjoy the gift of creating. Poem Starter and Prompt Poem I wrote in the last 12 hours…and a Septolet written by Teresa and I
alternating lines.

Poem Starter for NaPoWrimo #28

By Christopher J. Jarmick

Too much oil sucked from the earth,
The plates scrape and crumble without
the earth grease inside until in anger,
in warning, a shaking, an inner explosion.

Septolet for 4/28 /2010

Chipped paint
cloud formation
back door
secret passage

wrought iron ivy
sand box


(There’s two sides or more to every story.)
By Christopher J. Jarmick

I turn the other cheek,
I pretend you didn’t do that, say that
pretend you weren’t capable of such
masterful manipulation.

You took the knife and plunged it deep and then
slowly, twisted, cut, ripped, tore, gored, with
a sweet smile on your face
3 alibis already practiced
in case one is not enough and two still
casts doubt that you are in any way responsible,
of being mean, bitchy, cruel.

You didn’t get what you wanted,
You felt trapped by your willing submission.
You though this man could be saved, rebuilt,
soul-side out.
Time will wear him down,
make him give everything up,
Time to have it your way.
No play, no bend.

So as you drop the knife, and smile,
You stand there, denying you had anything to do
with the cutting.

There’s two sides or more to every story.
This is just a venting. Unfair.

No, I ‘ll not mention your
name or even make it
clear who you might be. Don’t flatter yourself and
think it was you. . . how many lifetimes did we spend
together? What did we create?
When I needed you most, you were gone, hollowed shell,
already armed with the knife, waiting, convincing yourself
you were right, justified.

There’s at least two sides to every story.
This is just raw barfing up of words on a page.
Ignore them.

I lived through it,
I am learning to walk,
to fly
be foolish,
yet again.

I sometimes want you to see
watch me rebuild,
be stronger. . .
without you.
Then, again,
I don’t want to need you
to do that

This is a venting. One side of a multi-faceted story
over-simplified, it should never be made public.

My Writing Prompt/Challenge for Wednesday , April 28th, 2010

You’ve been playing along with this NaPoWriMo thing for 27 days now.
You’ve not been too bitter or mean or angry about anything…. UNTIL NOW.
Yep… let it out. It’s time to write about something you are angry
about (or have been angry about) in 12 or 20 or more lines. Let’er

Today’s Read Write prompt is provided by Julie Jordan Scott. Arthur
Koestler wrote: “The moment of truth, the sudden emergence of a new
insight, is an act of intuition.” Akin to a “sixth sense,” intuition
brings pieces together. It gives the gift of heightened awareness.

What does this have to do with your life and your poetry?
Take a moment to remember a breakthrough moment in your life or a
“freeze-frame” moment from long, long ago. An “a-ha” or an “epiphany”
moment or a moment that has a story yet to tell.
Let’s prepare to write a poem using our intuition intentionally today.
Write this prompt on your page: “When I remember my “a-ha moment” from
my past, I understand the place I am meant to go with my words and
poetry today is … ”

Restate the prompt as you free-write and don’t write a poem yet.
Instead, go about your business of the day purposefully not writing a

Notice surprising turns of phrases you hear. Listen to people who say
things to you that seem especially surprising, lyrics to songs.
Eavesdrop intentionally. Wait for at least 2 hours and then write your
poem from the words your intuition and your free-writing gave you.

The root of the word Poetry is from the Greek ποιέω (poieō), “‘I
make’”). , poiesis, meaning a “making” or ‘creation’

Poetry is Everything

Christopher J. Jarmick is a Seattle based Author, very active in the Northwest Poetry Community. His latest book is called IGNITION; Poem Starters, Septolets, Statements & Double Dog Dares. Click on it to
find out more about it.


NaPoWriMo Day 26 Poems, prompts, challenges for Monday, April 26, 2010

April 26, 2010

For his part, every beauty of art or nature made him thankful as well as happy, and that the pleasure to be had in listening to fine music, as in looking at the stars in the sky, or at a beautiful landscape or picture, was a benefit for which we might thank Heaven as sincerely as for any other worldly blessing.

William Makepeace Thackeray – Vanity Fair

Last NaPoWriMo Monday 2010.  Below are poems, writing challenges, prompts.  Keep creating, writing, reading.

Poem Starter for NaPoWrimo  #26

By Christopher J. Jarmick

Part elephant,

but I can make myself

not remember.

So many words flowing through me

from others, myself,

I remember how to write,

say less, mean more.

Septolet  for   4/ 26 /2010  1

Fresh air drunk

Tactile overload

Tasty stones

Sandy shoes


Up, up, and


Septolet  for   4/ 26 /2010 2

Dandelion Magic

Blown away


Chew stems

Spit out

Pick another

Taste check


Untitled, Joseph Cornell  Penny Arcade Poem

(Built with fragments of a dead poem)

By Christopher J. Jarmick


I’ll still not put you

inside a box.

Insist I can define you,

trap you in a fantasy

confine you.

Though the idea of capturing an image,

exploring its glory in images

unable to be censored by anyone,

and limited only because it appears

inside a box, a frame, as a picture,

Painting, image, color, idea

You look at it now,

but I’ve already let it escape

in my dreams like a mist, evaporate into the

air.  It was for an instant as you see it, there,

just like that in my subconscious for a moment

but it was digested, absorbed

gone, turned into something else

or maybe even forgotten.

It is stabbing your eyes now,

Demanding you open yourself

to its possible or impossible meanings

And why this,


Is it the color, the idea of it, the

look she had, the memory of the image

A literal quality you won’t know

by seeing


You’re still here.   Caring enough to

want a better understanding,

believing it will cure you

of some unanswered bit of curiosity

or empower you to be even more


Art might be about games such as

these, but then it escapes

like a mist into the air

Something more, something less.

That which you remember, much later,

Resonates, haunts,

Is all that matters.

Did you dare let it touch you,

Expand you,

Do you allow yourself to let go

trust you’ll land softly?

Resent this idea inside you?

Resent you let it out?


There it is..


only someone else made it,

exposed YOU.

Takes credit for YOUR

honesty,  your idea.

Do you destroy the evidence, now?

Steal it? Can you afford to buy it? Hide it?

Or do you acquiesce, lie loudly saying it

touches something deep within you, connects,


NaPoWrimo  challenge prompt for Monday,  April 26th, 2010

It’s Monday…. You need to escape from Monday…..

Write a poem about a painting or work of art  (that we can see on a trip to Google images).   Do not describe the painting itself in the poem but rather, give an impression of the painting through color, feeling, emotion or incorporate the viewing of the painting through another action or series of thoughts.

How does it make you feel, what does it inspire, what memories are triggered?  Use the title of the painting in the title of your Poem.   Have fun.

Read Write Member Jill Crammond Wickham prompt for today reminds us about the bits and pieces of poems we may be carrying around.

Today, before you start writing, you need to do some digging. Dig through your backpack, purse or desk drawer and find a scrap of poem written on an old envelope or bank deposit slip. Unearth an old journal or notebook.

Find a poem that you started, or perhaps one you abandoned. Read it through. Highlight the lines or phrases that please you. Do not cross anything out (yet)! You now have two choices: finish the poem or take the parts you like and begin a brand new piece.

If NaPoWriMo has you a little crazy, there is a third option: take the parts you don’t like and use them to inspire a new poem.

The root of the word Poetry is from the Greek   ποιέω (poieō), “‘I
make’”). , poiesis, meaning a “making” or ‘creation’


Poetry is Everything


Christopher J. Jarmick is a Seattle based Author, very active in the Northwest Poetry Community.  His latest book is called  IGNITION; Poem Starters, Septolets, Statements & Double Dog Dares. Click on it to find out more about it.


NaPoWrimo Day 25 poems, challenges, prompts for April 25, 2010

April 25, 2010

Poem Starter for NaPoWrimo  #25

By Christopher J. Jarmick

SEC lawyer in Washington D.C.

paid to scrutinize  brokers, managers, bankers,

instead, watches and downloads

Internet porn  8 hours a day.

Cheats millions.

Septolet  for   4/25/2010

By Christopher J. Jarmick

Large size woman


Commercial during

Family hour

On network

Banned ; not

skinny enough

SEPTOLET  4/25/2010

Maintenance Price

Unforgettable expense

Daily dole

Planned obsolescence

Paycheck pain

Stretched thin

Break up


(double prompt)


By Christopher J. Jarmick

Searching for the words I swear,

To rhyme, keep time, beware.

Let me explain, if you,please,

nearly perfect spring evening,

blooming cherry blossom, magnificent magnolia trees

Shining bright in the orange light

Of a spectacular sunset,  distracted me

completely last night.

I said yes to the C.I.A. agents, you see

who needed my assistance

in their  high stake fight

against a terrorist resistance

whose leader was seen,  just a mile

from where I stood by the lake.

My service was needed, for a short while

There was so much at stake,

And for my country’s sake,

I could not hesitate to assist.

I’ve said too much and must resist

Speaking of this any more

Please don’t throw me out the door,

It was you I was fighting for.

Understand also, that I may

Have to be late

on yet another  day.

My Writing Prompt/Challenge for April 25

NaPoWrimo  challenge prompt for Sunday,  April 25th, 2010

You’re late for work or an important date,  because you overslept, but your boss hates over-sleepers. (your date doesn’t tolerate lateness)  He or she  does love entertaining stories however, so create the most outlandish excuse as to why you were late.  And please try to make it rhyme…..

The prompt from Read Write member Joseph Harker:  Keep an ear out for the first sentence (or even word) that is said to you after you read this prompt. (Poetic license: If the first few words are exceptionally boring, wait for the first uncommon or peculiar one.) Take that word/sentence — it could be “mango” or “exemplar” or “have you ever been to this Ethiopian restaurant?” — and build a poem around it. Maybe you have deep thoughts on mangoes or a narrative of heartbreak and spicy injera from the restaurant mentioned. Trust in fate.

The root of the word Poetry is from the Greek   ποιέω (poieō), “‘I
make’”). , poiesis, meaning a “making” or ‘creation’


Poetry is Everything


Christopher J. Jarmick is a Seattle based Author, very active in the Northwest Poetry Community.  His latest book is called  IGNITION; Poem Starters, Septolets, Statements & Double Dog Dares. Click on it to find out more about it.