The Daily — NaPoWriMo 2

Arriving with a solid-wood thunk,
ink stain blisters smeared
across not-quite smooth
ecru wood-pulp,
warming the salty
sweet smell of journalism.

This morning
Chimed a virtual bell
And clean and textureless
As glass, reporters
From around the world wrote —
in the words of unnamed sources —
Nothing I could believe.


Though not quite a mythological beast, what passes for journalism (and journalists’ sources) sometimes has that feel. This was inspired by a conversation I “eavesdropped” on the other day on FB on exactly this topic.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s