REBLOG: ‘Butterflies in the Night’ by Jeff Flesch

Poem: I sit on the front porch considering the moon, and the train coming down the tracks I can feel it, the anxiety the streets, and this sensation not missing a beat Kinda like when you see a star in the sky you relate to it it’s a mirror image of you, and you know… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Butterflies in the Night’ by Jeff Flesch

Word of the year: Creativity

Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity. -T. S. Eliot (1888 – 1965) I have been writing poetry with my friend Sangeetha (of Mindfills) for nearly two years now, and we've completed three series of poems together: Ripples ~ a hyakuin (a 100 verse renga) Form verses creativity ~ one poetic form for every letter… Continue reading Word of the year: Creativity

Online, or: Oncologist

A haibun A WordPress friend informed me last night that she has been diagnosed with ovarian cancer, which has spread. Her oncologist will give her a surgery date on Tuesday. Subsequent treatment (chemo, radiation, etc.) will be determined after the surgery. She is in a state of fear and disbelief, and as she wrote to… Continue reading Online, or: Oncologist

The bridge, or: The voice

A 'Bridges' poem Before me, one way to go; stone spread, long and straight. There, I uncertain linger, hand upon steel gate; An eerie scene. Fir trees dull grey, reflections black, pale bridge ghost white; Feel nary weak breeze waft... chest- straining, tight... 'Tis too serene. Somewhere, time-stopped stillness hints at love and loss; Turn… Continue reading The bridge, or: The voice

A case of the collywobbles

Jackie was no expert on birds, but the tiny, timorous creature by the foot of the tree looked spare and pitiful; its palpable distress gave the child a case of the collywobbles. Tenderly, the schoolgirl leaned down and scooped the bird up in the palm of her hand and looked at it carefully. Perhaps it… Continue reading A case of the collywobbles

Down the silent flume

Marilyn stared down the silent flume of concrete and metal, her eyelid twitching apprehensively. In an underworld run amok, uncertainty was baked into the cake, but this was supposed to have been an elite operation! Marilyn Monroe This piece of flash fiction was written in response to: The Sunday Muse #231; Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: 'twitch';… Continue reading Down the silent flume

Ebb, or: Tide

Poetry Partners #137 'Swimming Against the Tide', a 'Snyder Nonce' poem by M. Snyder of 'The Art of M.' She swam against the tide that was too strong Found herself nearly drowned in the process He told her to continue to hold on She could barely grab a hold of his hand Her sullen expression,… Continue reading Ebb, or: Tide

The calm, or: The storm

A sijo I am not more motivated, nor am I happier; The anxiety medication is clearly working well; I can soberly observe my flaws better than ever before Sijo? A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46 syllables. Each line contains a pause near… Continue reading The calm, or: The storm