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

Predator, or: Prey

A Cadralor In the form of 5 Kimos dropping suddenly from thirty meters having spied ruffed grouse aloft my eyasses hunger leaves dry, berries gone, driven by hunger settling for thin garter snake launching down upon it familiar musky scent in the breeze wood mouse foraging for seeds I slither, jaw unhinged samaras scattered at… Continue reading Predator, or: Prey

Beings, or: Doings

My 2nd Cadralor In the form of 5 Kimos the friction creates heat; sulfur ignites; wicks darken, bursting aflame; ancient words recited song fills the sanctuary, welcoming a bride, eternal, gifted to the generations feet filing out onto the street amidst friendly banter, dispersing; cars remain parked outside arousing aromas wafting; lentil soup, turmeric rice,… Continue reading Beings, or: Doings