NaPoWriMo #17

by krstaten

A nation is the same people living in the same place. […] Or also in different places. –James Joyce, Ulysses

A nation is placeless,
is faceless,
or graceless in some

a nation can as easily be
nameless, pretend to be

if only Joyce
in all his plainness
had thought to remember
a nation need not
be sameness.

If only we
in our lameness
had thought to remember–


Experimenting with a new style today, just for fun.

Today’s Recommendation:

A Kind of Villanelle by Joyce Sutphen