Never get old, or: Our souls

Poetry Partners #96 'The Youth and Senior Citizens', a Villanelle by Myrna Migala of 'My Forever' The youth will never engage That our souls will never get old Upon arriving at old age Inside โ€” Seniors feel caged The aged will uphold The youth will never engage We old citizens feel as if onstage Not… Continue reading Never get old, or: Our souls

Potholes, or: Plot holes

A sijo thoughts rattle over potholes; memories swiss cheesed with plot holes; possible pasts fragmented, scattered among packing peanuts; thicker; with; denser; every; greyer; passing; foggier; day W3 poetry prompt This sijo was written in response to A. J. Wilson's W3 prompt ~ to write a poem in twelve lines or less, which includes the word… Continue reading Potholes, or: Plot holes

Before, or: After

Poetry Partners #79 'Before And After', a poem by Larry Trasciatti of 'Eastelmhurst.a.go.go' Listening to decades old Records on a Rainy Saturday night all alone my windows are closed tight and the songs of the Weavers follow supper they are from an era I can not Recall the rain and fog have washed it all… Continue reading Before, or: After

Just a number? or: Late to my party

Sevenling (At twenty) At twenty, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life; at thirty, I was excited to pursue my dreams; at forty, I felt broken. At twenty, I was studying engineering in college; at thirty, I was studying Torah in Israel; at forty, I studied my belly button. Fifty?… Continue reading Just a number? or: Late to my party

The case of the stiff fingers

Papa's fingers Papa was supposed to visit us in August of 2018, but his unexpected death came that July, just before his intended visit to Israel. I last saw him in person in the summer of 2017. One of the last memories I have of Papa is him showing me his right hand. He bent… Continue reading The case of the stiff fingers

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

Whishing, or: Wishing

My 1st Wayra sipping cold coffee rubbing hand over cool scalp sparse bristles whishing softly my thick hair migrated southwards one crisp, chilly season d'Verse poetry prompt: The Wayra At d'Verse, poets were invited to try their hands at writing wayras. The Wayra (Quechua - wind) is a popular verse form of Peru and Bolivia.… Continue reading Whishing, or: Wishing

The circle, or: Life

My 2nd double etheree glar- ing light; screaming; sus- tenance; voices, faces; crawling; walk- ing unsteadily; run- ning to school; letters; numbers; teachers; friends; innocence; flower- ing; attraction; awkwardness; coming of age; professors; pressure; majors, min- ors; sex; love; commitment; graduation; apartment; interviews; paychecks; en- gagement; bickering; paying bills; marriage; family; loss; birth; children; parenting;… Continue reading The circle, or: Life