A serious limerick Sometimes, I lock truths up in my heart for fear they could tear me apart. I can but haw and hem when I think to speak them, and when writing... even to start... smarts.
A limerick On my frail days, life's a whale of a fail. Basic emails weigh like heavy travails. Raising up grail of peace, I can't avail of release, for, ailed and pale, I forget to exhale. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #130 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below (taken by Matt Barringer) as inspiration for writers… Continue reading Frail days, or: Whelming
A nonet Anxiety is merely four syl~ lables: 'anx', an abbrevia~ tion for 'thanks' (for what, exact~ ly?) for one's all-consum~ ing I? e(eeeeeee), panic ringing 'tween one's ears; t(ea)? Yes! Chamo~ mile. Nonet? A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables,… Continue reading Chamomile? or: Lavender?
My wife traveling abroad Every so often, my wife leaves me at home with our daughter for a week, as I've mentioned in the past, and this was such a week. In general, these weeks are stressful for all of us. For me, it's stressful because I have to be "on" full-time as a father… Continue reading Single parenting during a playdate
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 Crave, Siren, or: Abrupt
Sweet breeze beyond windows rhymes Whispering sweet no-things to leaves that rustle coquettishly Never before have they fluttered with so much animation Flirtatious feathered creatures sailing along ethereal Streams land in pairs to catch teasing airy murmurs -Chirp- Straining for rhymes in the drift lethargic still long past cockcrow hour he hears children's Gales of… Continue reading Rhyme, or: Reason
An American sentence: She fears our deaths and hers; with forced humor, I play down their likelihoods. 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.… Continue reading Death, or: Taxes
An American sentence: Having my first grader injected with a brand new vaccine scares me. 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… Continue reading Mind, or: Heart