Cold, or: Hot

Bottles never used to last me too long; now cognacs and whiskeys stand around bored for many long months on our kitchen shelf. Sure, I pour a glass every so often (rarely, truth be told); but excitement's gone. Is it my writing, my medication, my age? Hard to say, but that beer I had yesterday… Continue reading Cold, or: Hot

Signs, or: Symbols

A Choka can't blame the agent station's hummin' right as rain can't blame the porter jus' followin' instructions can't blame the switchman he's professional as they come can't blame the driver timely, uneventful ride gotta blame myself shoulda checked the track number shoulda noticed the sunset Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Signs, or: Symbols

Identity, or: Living bible

An ode to relocation Identity's not one's location, But many go to seek themselves; Youth, enticed by relocation, Pulls pack off the top shelf. Years lived in foreign societies Reveal a sojourner's essence; Accepting improprieties, Rethinking each defense. Awash in others yet so alone, Adaption proffers survival; Inner wisdoms bring out one's own faithful, living… Continue reading Identity, or: Living bible

Fallen, or: Swept away

Poetry Partners #131 'The Fallen', a poem by Brandon Ellrich The sun grows weary of providing warmth, And birds must bend to his whims. Leaves have betrayed their host, And fallen from their homes. The jealous wind, no longer seen, In the branches of the trees, Now sweeps through the discarded canopy, To show that… Continue reading Fallen, or: Swept away

Free-floating, or: Fleshliness

A Cleave poem in the form of two Shadormas bodiless unrestrainedfloating up above by sick fleshlinessobserving what had beenwith clear-eyed consciousnessunderstanding life's veiled truths apprehending past misstepsone ought feel ashamed of a careless life How to read a cleave poem? Simply: Read the left hand poem as a first discrete poem. Read the right hand… Continue reading Free-floating, or: Fleshliness

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

The real deal, or: The rizzle dizzle

Poetry Partners #117 'The Real Me', a poem by Hadizat Motherconfessor I munch burgers of creativity, I don't care. I give credit, I don't hate. I fiddle with the nipples of life, I don't stick. I pay serving waitress, I don't free. I sail ocean distress. I am bullet; I harm! I don't kill. Hadizat… Continue reading The real deal, or: The rizzle dizzle

Shared knowledge, or: Wrong direction

A shadorma reflection discernment of signs distant light fruitless trees knowledge illuminated from wrong direction โ€˜What do you seeโ€™ Prompt #144 For Sadjeโ€™s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as inspiration for writers to produce art. Image credit: Casey Horner @ Unsplash