A nonet Anxiety is merely four syl~ lables: 'anx', an abbrevia~ tion for 'thanks' (for what, exact~ ly?) for one's all-consum~ ing I? e(eeeeeee), panic ringing 'tween one's ears; t(ea)? Yes! Chamo~ mile. Nonet? A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables,… Continue reading Chamomile? or: Lavender?
My 2nd Garland Cinquain I'd float past the Kármán line, into outer space past the Milky Way's dark matter unseen vacuum without friction leaves stars and planets free to travel along their orbits fluid plasma low density between vast galaxies of hydrogen and helium glacial up there observing the visible universe through foam of spongy… Continue reading Baryonic, or: Dark matter
Poetry Partners #12 A poem by Selma Martin of 'Selma' A worthy cause, start the hunt for a calm place to inhabit merits more than trends to uphold untethered from modish habits But who, pray tell, marooned us here like beached whales needing assistance? How to find the point of return; woke to the sacred… Continue reading The hunt, or: The soul sea