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Sick days, or: Tissues

A piece of Tanka prose For the past several days, my daughter has been sick; and my wife also caught the virus shortly after our six-year-old fell ill. Luckily, it's nothing too serious - our child's beloved doctor gave her a checkup and informed us that it's merely a nasty cold. I haven't fallen sick… Continue reading Sick days, or: Tissues

Inspirations, or: Expectations

A Crystalline Some consider each step telling, a beautiful poem of its own. Even the richest depictions of leaves crunching won't please the others. 'Take us, blindfolded, by our hands,' they insist, 'Describe each clod of dirt.' Satisfaction's a hard mistress; she'd have me leading readers off cliffs. What's a Crystalline? A complete couplet. Either… Continue reading Inspirations, or: Expectations

Rise, or: Fall

A Quadrille in the form of an 'Atom poem' we say whom you marry that's crucial for us so she was told daily it was weighty guilt royal lineage proud crown much too heavy but he a common bloke he her beloved swain he not allowed to her so she forsook it all Atom poem?… Continue reading Rise, or: Fall

Pause, or: Paws

My 2nd Crystalline Tapping syllables out on keyboard, Fingers tire and cannot straighten. What's a Crystalline? A complete couplet. Either standing alone or written in any number of couplets; Syllabic, 17 syllables;Regular: 8/9 or 9/8 syllables per line;Irregular: broken where appropriate, other than the 8-9/9-8 regular form;Written with English grammatical rules of syntax, caps and… Continue reading Pause, or: Paws

Shiner, or: Lover

Poetry Partners #9 'Shiner', a poem by Eric Erb of 'erbiage' What do you mean you don’t know how to rise and shine? Every morning the sun shows you! Just be as you are The world will turn towards you Eric Erb: https://erbiage.wordpress.com/ An atom poem by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ sunup glaring… Continue reading Shiner, or: Lover

Dawn, or: Twilight

A Cleave poem In the form of two Tankas tall, frosted windows reflecting dawn’s rays as the horizon lights up deep purple morning glories under cotton clouds opening to rain marking the autumn season harbinger of winter chill look upon a dull, brown world spelling tender petals' ends How to read a Cleave poem? Simply:… Continue reading Dawn, or: Twilight

Windows, or: Fourth dimension

A waltmarie Comprised of 5 consecutive American sentences A chilly breeze blows across the apartment through large, open windows. We find ourselves observing the shifting seasons, passengers through time. Our senses tingle at winter's birth, our bare hands; noses; tongues... our eyes. The frailty of bare trees and wind's colors are almost hard to look… Continue reading Windows, or: Fourth dimension

The worse it seemed to get…

An American paragraph* (an experimental form) He wished that not everything had to be so challenging all the time. Clearly, it didn't matter whether he combed his beard thrice; he knew that. Plus, why wake up each morning at seven twenty-seven on the dot? Why should he leave the crust on only one side of… Continue reading The worse it seemed to get…