My otherworldly verse zone

d’Verse prosery My cleverest limericks take me significant effort to write; and I'm never satisfied with the results. Once I've produced one, I read through it again multiple times, endlessly tweaking the lines' wordings and syllable counts. And I certainly can't think through potential word choices or hear the music of my inchoate verses if… Continue reading My otherworldly verse zone

Final act, or: Curtains

A Descort poem celebration's pretense even in most probable circumstances remains merely a beautifying curtain behind life's stages we speak words, even write them, to great roars of encore, encore cute, unwilling marionettes please I'd simply retire into the darkness if not for my present expectant audience Descort poem The descort differentiates itself from other… Continue reading Final act, or: Curtains

Life’s comforts, or: Crushing conditions

A shadorma loving lights local loyalties life's comforts clear contrasts to stormy circumstances crushing conditions ‘What do you see’ Prompt #142 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as inspiration for writers to produce art. Image credit: Aleksey Kuprikov @ Pexels

Exhale, or: Expire

An American sentence: Relating to death as tragic increases one's suffering in life. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt that removing… Continue reading Exhale, or: Expire

Not in Random Access Memory, or: Deeper

A quadrille too slow force reboot wait; log in again defrag your hard drive sit; hands upon your head eyes closed; run the algorithm browse through those docs and jpgs it's in you; not in random access memory elsewhere; deeper; older; ah! click that folder cry ‘What do you see’ Prompt #136 For Sadje’s weekly… Continue reading Not in Random Access Memory, or: Deeper

His death, or: My life

An American Sentence: Papa's death led to my self-actualization as a writer. Another American Sentence I dare say Papa would be proud at how I've changed my life since he died. A third American Sentence I find myself writing less and less about Papa as days go by. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor… Continue reading His death, or: My life

Roll, or: Eyes

A sijo Personalities don't change with age; we learn to hide our crazy. Enthusiastic and excited every single time, the world and I both roll our eyes and take me with a pinch of salt. 'Ronovan Writes' poetry challenge Sijo Wednesday #11 Ronovan encourages poets to use the word 'excitement' as their inspiration, as either… Continue reading Roll, or: Eyes

Lovingly, or: All we have in common

Poetry Partners #86 A poem by Anne Morrigan of 'Anne A p a r t' I fell in love Precisely because you asked me not to said I was foolish one of thousands a fly in your soup Common. but you had to concede that you revealed yourself to me so what I could not… Continue reading Lovingly, or: All we have in common