Jerusalem, or: Anywhere

A Descort Poem The wind rattles hilly Jerusalem. Though Papa loved its hills, he is not in the rattling wind. Pedestrians walk; bikers ride; and drivers drive up and down Jerusalem's renowned hills entirely unaware that he once lived... here. I do not believe he is floating around windy Jerusalem. Or anywhere. Eschewing unreason, my… Continue reading Jerusalem, or: Anywhere

Fall, Mountain, or: Beacon

This year, I am attempting to become active on Twitter after having created an account last year to post 365 micropoems. Among other things, this means I will be responding to Twitter poetry prompts. Initially, I wasn't planning on x-posting those here, but then I realized: if I don't save my Twitter poems elsewhere, I'll… Continue reading Fall, Mountain, or: Beacon

Glowing, or Toasted

Poetry Partners #42 'Daylight at night', a poem by kittysverses of 'Kitty's Verses' Haunted by dreams, Keeping me awake at night, I seek answers, Those luminescent stars crossing paths though light years far, Have I always known it all along? Of times to come, Awhile wishing otherwise. Haunted by dreams, That take me to lands… Continue reading Glowing, or Toasted

Death, or: Beyondering

A golden shovel in blank verse EPIGRAPH: I donโ€™t know what happens after death but Iโ€™ll have to chance it.Desert Snow, Jim Harrison (1937 โ€“ 2016) Left alone to my own devices, I oft ponder beyondering, though I don't dare wander past the edges of we-know before twilight. O, Sun, I wonder what, while watching… Continue reading Death, or: Beyondering

Full, or: Fragile

A senryu journey divided neither death nor life complete hold full-fragile truth #TankaTuesday 'The Crystal Ball' by John William Waterhouse The above senryu was written for Colleen M. Chesebro's 'Tanka Tuesday' prompt: Poets were prompted to write ekphrastic syllabic poems for the painting by John William Waterhouse called 'The Crystal Ball'.

Home, or: Comfort food

A Kwansaba 'Ah-khi (my brother),' says the falafel vendor in Israel, 'hakol b'seder (all is okay).' I'm adamant. Again, I stick the card into the slot at the reader's bottom, but it still doesn't work. I'm ashamed. 'Ah-khi,' he repeats, 'You can pay another time.' What is a falafel between brothers? Kwansaba? The primary defining… Continue reading Home, or: Comfort food

Replacement parts, or: Truth-driven

My 2nd Terzanelle Replacement parts ever lacking ~ Only nothing lasts forever Replacement parts ever lacking Maintain each piston, cog, lever Appreciation is the key ~ Only nothing lasts forever Embrace of limitations frees Forge forth for futures to follow Appreciation is the key Being fully is not hollow Now's full of opportunity Forge forth… Continue reading Replacement parts, or: Truth-driven

My way, or: The highway

A Gogyohka car careening upside down, down the hill, I relaxed; always my nature to accept our lack of control; the car spinning out, smashing into, launching me through the trees couldn't have (for nobody could have) known about the oil spill coating the asphalt highway dโ€™Verse Quadrille #139: 'Closing in on the end of 2021'… Continue reading My way, or: The highway