Just So You Know…


I’m a poetess-in-progress who has a hard time committing to projects, like completing a journal (I just keep receiving them as gifts or buying them for some odd reason) or blogging on a regular basis.

This is the space where I’m trying to change that.

Every poem, story, whatever comes to mind will be posted here and everything will be my material (read the Digital Millennium Copyright Act of 1998 here). If I post anything else, I’ll give credit when it’s due.

I’ll make sure that I’ll post twice a week (unless I’m doing a writing challenge). It may not sound like much of a challenge, but it’s one that I’m willing to take.

Wish me luck,

Michelle D. Hooks

The last two poems I wrote were a bit challenging for me, but I pulled through!

Nature Mourned was inspired by Amy Lowell’s poetry collection, Men, Women and Ghosts. I used the first lines from the following poems:

Patterns,” “The Cross-Roads,” “1777,” “The Fruit Shop,” “The Hammers,” “The Allies,” and “The Bombardment.”

I rearranged the lines, changed the line breaks and punctuation where it seemed fit, and that’s how the poem was created.

For Creeping Doubt, I pulled a random book off the shelf (Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen by Christopher McDougall), focused on one page, and only worked with six lines (one for each die roll) in my word bank. I did a combination of keeping the lines intact and squeezing in words that made sense. It’s also the first haiku I wrote in this challenge, so that was fun.

I hope everyone participating in this month’s writing challenge is still writing. Keep up the great work!


Michelle D. Hooks


Today I just wrote my favorite poem so far in this challenge! This found poem was based on googling a random phrase and using words in search results’ titles and descriptions. I have a little notebook where I write random phrases in them and I chose one for today’s piece. I also scribed one of my favorite random phrases in this poem (voyeuristic moon) because I thought it fitted perfectly. It was originally from an unpublished poem, but I’ll rewrite it after doing this exercise.

I hope you like Kaleidoscope Trance! :-)


Michelle D. Hooks


Today I did yesterday’s prompt: create a found poem using clipped words and phrases, shake them up and make a poem in the order of the words pulled. I really liked how it turned out, so click here if you want to read “Beauty Peeled.”

I’m debating whether I should do today’s prompt, though. It’s not hard, but we shall see…

– Michelle D. Hooks

P.S. This found poem was created from the WebMD‘s article “The Peel Deal,” October 2014 issue.


In case you missed it, I’m currently in the Poetry Month Scouts (aka PoMoSco, read more about it here), and I’m having way too much fun on these exercises. I got a badge for my first PoMoSco poem, Nightmares Revisited; but I’m not so sure about my second one…

The badge that I was vying for wasn’t today’s task, but you can do these prompts in any order and submit them at any time. That’s not the problem. The problem is that my piece, Dummy Hackers: A Short Dialogue, is more of a “found script” than a found poem. So, chances are that I’ll probably have to rewrite the piece to get that badge. I’ll keep you posted on this because just because you sent something in, it doesn’t mean you receive the piece of flair. It takes like 24 or 48 hours (at most) to determine whether you actually completed the assignment or not. In the meantime, you can click the link above and see for yourself. Either way, I thought it was fun to do!

Keep writing, folks!

– Michelle D. Hooks

P.S. Both of these found pieces were created from a couple of chapters, “Dying to Get Out” and “Kiss and Make Up” (respectively), in La Donna Detroit by Jon A. Jackson.


It’s April again, and it’s that time of the year when this blog is the most active!

To celebrate NaPoWriMo this year, I’m actually taking on a new challenge and participating in the Found Poetry Review’s Poetry Month Scouts (or PoMoSco). We’re given a set of experimental / found poetry writing exercises that can be done in any order and at any time, which I really like. When the tasks are completed and approved by the scoutmasters, we get badges and there are 30 of them. I wanted to do this because I wanted to write more experimental poetry and get pushed of my writing comfort zone.

I just completed my first exercise, and you can read the post here: Nightmares Revisited. I’ll post the links to my other poems here as the month progresses.

I wish everyone who is participating in NaPoWriMo in some capacity good luck, and let’s get that 30/30!


Michelle D. Hooks

P.S. This found poem was created from “Dying to Get Out,” a chapter in La Donna Detroit by Jon A. Jackson.


A Poem for My Grandma

Years ago, my Grandma Dera gave me a couple of sunhats, this green one and a magenta one. I love and miss her so much. She’s gone, but never forgotten. (Copyright © Michelle D. Hooks 2013)

My Love for Hats is Genetic [wt]

To my Grandma Dera. According to my mom, she would’ve been 88 91 today.

your straw sunhats can

frame my resemblance of you

better than any




– Michelle D. Hooks


Copyright © Michelle D. Hooks 2014

Day 30: Goodbye Poem

Well, today’s the last day of NaPoWriMo, and I’m happy and sad about it. For starters, this is the second NaPoWriMo I conquered and I connected with fellow poets along the way. It’s one of the main reasons why I love doing writing challenges like these. If you followed, commented and simply read my blog to check on my progress, thanks for stopping by! Secondly, I have new material that I can edit and submit to writing contests, which is the next step to getting my work out there. I know I can do it!

I’m sad about it because the momentum issue. After challenges like these, I’m tired and tend to go on a writing plateau for a while. It’s something I need to work on as a writer. Maybe I’ll do another writing challenge? I noticed how some people do two or more writing challenges during NaPoWriMo, and I’m impressed by it! Maybe I’ll start doing another sometime next month. I won’t start tomorrow, that’s for sure.

In the meantime, here’s my last poem to end National Poetry Month. Before I get there, if you want to see me read my favorite NaPoWriMo poems, check out my friend Dua’s USTREAM show and click the link below to join the FB event!

Dua Writes ft. Michelle D. Hooks

I’ll continue to post poems here. Until the next NaPoWriMo…

Goodbye Poem: Empty Seat / You Know Where to Find Me [wt]

Window seats

at tea houses

and coffee shops

are my favorite

because I love

to people watch

and steep in my thoughts;

but as much I as love

to sip out of mugs

and marvel human activity,

I can’t sit there forever.

I’m not the only person

in the world who likes

window seats.

And I have a home.

I won’t be gone for long, though.

Once you see a woman

with an afro,

thick black frames,

and a 20 oz. teapot

on the table –

you know that I’ve returned.

– Michelle D. Hooks


Copyright © Michelle D. Hooks 2014

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Day 29: Twenty Little Poetry Projects Poem

So I had no idea where I was going with this penultimate NaPoWriMo prompt, but you had to cram 20 writing bits into one poem. It was indeed a challenge, so much so that I gave myself permission to write badly. I wrote this piece in the list’s order (or at least I tried to), which you can see if you click the link above. It’s the main reason why this work isn’t so cohesive at the moment. That, and read the second sentence above.

I’m sure that some lines would be launching points for new poems in the future. It’s also something I would rewrite when I have enough time to do so. And I must say, the last line is my favorite.

Twenty Little Poetry Projects Poem: Senseless Poetry Cram Session [wt]

If you have a heart of gold,

then your head is lighter than your chest.

* * *

The sky doesn’t match the color of your eyes,

but you can smell the ozone after the rainstorm.

The clouds send Morse code messages on

your skin. “Pitter, patter,” the raindrops say

as they fall on your tongue.

Do you taste the ozone wavering in your nose?

* * *

Roscoe sits underneath the Joe Louis’ Fist

because it makes him feel invincible.

* * *

Your head is heavier than your chest –

how much does your heart weigh in carats?

* * *

Who knew that “fit” means two (or more) different things?

* * *

If you swallow a watermelon seed, it will grow inside you.

* * *

“Sprite is lemonade?”

* * *

The glass house of trust couldn’t be more fragile than an ant’s life.

* * *

Sometimes, there’s nothing more to a chessboard than

decor if no one knows how to play the sport.

* * *

Roscoe could swim to Canada, if he wants to.

* * *

Shelli is running out of things to say in this “poem.”

Does it show?

Don’t worry, Shelli will end it soon.

* * *

Dusty leaves are covered with pollen,

trees spreading its allergens everywhere.

I’m going to chop down all of the cottonwood

trees so I won’t sneeze to death!

* * *

Ouais, mon œil!

[“Yeah right” en Français]

* * *

That same tree is fanning itself from the heat

and rustling its leaves so the birds will

get out of its hair.

* * *

Jewelry boxes make fine rib cages, don’t they?

* * *

– Michelle D. Hooks


Copyright © Michelle D. Hooks 2014

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Day 28: News Poem

Two more poems and two more days to go until NaPoWriMo ends. You’re probably wondering why I’m counting down the days. Honestly, I’m drained but I’ll push myself so I won’t break my poetry writing streak!

This poem is a news poem – one where you use the words in the story for your poem. I approached it by striking out majority of the words and rearranging them as the ending result. The article I chose was one from Hell Yeah Detroit!, an awesome news site highlighting positive Detroit news. If you read the article, there’s a block quote that struck me as a public transportation rider.

The Door Stops Project is one small step closer of making public transportation better, but DDOT still have ways to go.

News Poem: Doors aren’t just for knocking anymore… [wt]

Who knew that doors

make comfortable bus stops?

Making them homey

from salvaged homes?

Once a grody bus shelter is now

a portable artist statement that says,

“Hey, check out my work

at this street intersection!”

Oh, art: another reason

to spend a little more time

at bus stops,

besides the fact that

the buses still don’t

come on time.

– Michelle D. Hooks


Copyright © Michelle D. Hooks 2014

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