On my hands, or: In cold blood

An American sentence: Hands bloodied, I grin. Killing mosquitoes brings me cold satisfaction. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didnโ€™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 that removing… Continue reading On my hands, or: In cold blood

Rusted afternoons, or: Bloodstained glass

Poetry Partners #108 'No Longer', a poem by Aishwarya Kannan of 'Timelessly' In the midst of an afternoon slumber Scribbling along the walls Hoping that it would last longer I donโ€™t know why it ended But the dream was all I had ephemeral, but so close If only he could also be sad To know… Continue reading Rusted afternoons, or: Bloodstained glass

Red rum, or: Ink wells

A kyrielle Every body drained of its blood, He came to be known as the Leech. While screams filled his mind like a flood, He quilled stirring ballads for each. For months, he'd observe them closely, Even learned their manners of speech. They were local heroes, mostly; He quilled stirring ballads for each. He would… Continue reading Red rum, or: Ink wells