Endings, or: Beginnings

A Cadralor In the form of 5 Kimos I. two first graders play together for hours at their local Gymboree, out of their parents' view II. packed suitcases in marble tiled foyer full of life's necessities await airport shuttle III. childish drawings made with deep affection lie folded in boy's red backpack beneath his cushioned… Continue reading Endings, or: Beginnings

Invisible, or: People

Poetry Partners #88 'Green Park Benches', a poem by J. P. of 'The Poetry Of J.P.' Old bearded men drifting in the alleys of night have died with the sunset and as I have overlooked their bodies beneath green park benches and bridges they too have overlooked my feet passing quietly by as the waitress… Continue reading Invisible, or: People

Fled, or: Still waiting

Featured image โ€˜Cauld Blaws the Wind Frae East to Westโ€™ (1888) Painting by Joseph Farquharson (1846 โ€“ 1935) An ekphrastic cadralor In the form of 5 kimos I. Hundreds of thousands of Ukrainians displaced within their country, having fled Putin's war. II. Many waiting for up to sixty hours; freezing weather at border; queues up… Continue reading Fled, or: Still waiting

Shattered, or: Infinite

Poetry Partners #46 A poem by Karina Lutz of 'Poetry for the Great Turning' The heirloom mirror doubled the living room. She loved looking in it and seeing them: mother, grandmother, memories: the smiles her own turned into when her own face faded to background. Foreground: meaning they'd each added to the object. Each recall:… Continue reading Shattered, or: Infinite

Humanity, past, or: Future

Poetry Partners #18 A Blank Verse poem by Lov of 'Underthetamarindtree' (in iambic pentameter) The surf, sandy beach, mild breeze and the sun, The ocean yields its treasures, one by one, I am a child once again, who can still, From picking coral and shells, get a thrill, Like a motherโ€™s bosom, the sea swells… Continue reading Humanity, past, or: Future

Crash, or: Burn

A Cadralor In the form of 5 Kimos I. traffic grinds to a halt in thunderstorm; driver curses to himself, considers his options II. dark smoke visible from over the hill; playing in car seat with phone, youngster's oblivious III. directing vehicles around orange traffic cones in his trench coat, policeman braves the rain IV.… Continue reading Crash, or: Burn

Push, or: Shove

A Cadralor In the form of 5 Kimos sweat beading up on my forehead; glasses slipping; cotton undershirt drenched through, sticking tightly flat feet shifting just slightly, shin muscles shooting sharply, absorbing jarring jolts, careening heavy laptop and accompanying charger, mouse, keyboard in my backpack, bumping others air conditioning is requested by an old lady;… Continue reading Push, or: Shove

Musketeers, or: Rapier

A Cadralor In the form of 5 Kimos firm, familiar keys clacking images stinging sweat drips from the brow inner eye unblinking giving in to riffing rhythm therein thrilling in little ripples rivulets revealing sound suffuses syllables so smoothly euphony feels soft and sure cacophony quite crisp words rife with densely packaged symbolism hissing out… Continue reading Musketeers, or: Rapier