Physical ego, or: Immaterial id

Poetry Partners #144 'Physical Ego', a poem by Alex Budris of 'Lost Continent Books' webs of spittle & a thousand multi-eyed flies like words - maggoty somersault struggles caught choking out the gasping spidernest hole of yr mouth consonants and vowels a black mass backache toothache bad bowels & black- -hearted atheism tooth over tongue… Continue reading Physical ego, or: Immaterial id

Wax on, or: Wax off

Blank verse in iambic pentameter Laziness; can't blame it on craziness - that's much too sexy, and I've yet to cut even one ear off. This constant stare-off with my own reflection on poetry websites; impressions in fast succession, forming ideas, framing works, foraging for scraps of ambrosia and digging down for diggities. Oh ~… Continue reading Wax on, or: Wax off

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

The forest, or: The trees

Poetry Partners #142 'From my inner child', a poem by Maria Pavlova of 'Maria's Poetry' While many ‘Stand with Ukraine’ Or hate the Russian invaders My heart is in beautiful northern forests The place where my child’s feet stepped Feeling connection to the Earth Knowing even then that I am an inseparable part of the… Continue reading The forest, or: The trees

Closeted, or: Transparent

Poetry Partners #85 'Green', a poem by Mapule Somo of 'Let it reign' In the mourning after Everything in her closet Was pastured Growth adorned her frame I asked her once, 'How do you wear hope with such ease?' She smiled and said, You don't wear what you are 'So, what are you?' She asked… Continue reading Closeted, or: Transparent

Montague, or: Capulet

Blank verse in honor of The Bard O William Shakespeare, wherefore art thou a commoner? Disregard your profession's low esteem. Seven lost years have given rise to myths And conjecture piques curiosity. Social status is but arbitrary: Thou art The Bard, though not a commoner. What's a commoner? It is nor mind nor heart Nor… Continue reading Montague, or: Capulet

Golden energy, or: Mental slough

Poetry Partners #76 'Sylphs of the Air', a poem by MistyBlue of 'wsarwmzansipens' Only The Two of Us, a painting by Kiril Stanchev Beyond words, the ephemeral beauty of willows a picture paints. Adorning lakes and rivers, golden energy stream through strings of leaves. Sylphs of the Air sing in-between Love’s enfolding heart-centred harmony. MistyBlue:… Continue reading Golden energy, or: Mental slough

Daydream, or: The here and now

Poetry Partners #75 'Daydream', a poem by Puvanesvari Rajan of 'Opinions, Bijou and Poems' A dream… Or am I? Lucid to the touch, and true to the feel…. Do I dwell in mindplay? Or am I the projection of one? Perhaps a lost neural connection left floating in a mass of empty grey matter… Perhaps… Continue reading Daydream, or: The here and now