Mind of, or: Matter

A 'Wheelchair Angel Style' poem My foot fractured, I stumbled around upon crutches, and never will I forget that experience. Still, truth be told & painful though that was, I was walking around again only several weeks later. Ultimately, those many days increased my appreciation of the daily struggles that my friend Jessica must contend… Continue reading Mind of, or: Matter

Thought, or: Language

Thoughts are rolling 'round My mind on language wheels and carousels Building momentum From the spin and leaping off Into the air Grabbing ahold of trapeze words Hanging from lines of lexicon On and on they spring and swing Tumbling free Through whispering breeze Then catching bows of gossiping trees Who mock as they are… Continue reading Thought, or: Language

Sow, or: Now

A dribble (in badger's hexastitch form) large boar nipped sow's thick neck; moist loins stirred in response; thus their lifelong coupling, monogamous, would start The dribble The dribble is a brief poem consisting of exactly 100 letters (not 100 characters—spaces and punctuation are not counted). The name of the dribble is derived from the micro-fiction… Continue reading Sow, or: Now

Running into a brick wall, or: Magic

A dribble (in atom form... kind of.) forms overlap often extra effort's a must I like to prove witty still it might be a no magic yes even magic may suffer defeat The dribble The dribble is a brief poem consisting of exactly 100 letters (not 100 characters—spaces and punctuation are not counted). The name… Continue reading Running into a brick wall, or: Magic

Dribbling, or: It’s getting hot in here…

My 1st dribble It is so much fun to count each letter! 😉 (Though the stress makes my armpits get wetter... who'd have known the dribble's a sweater?) The dribble The dribble is a brief poem consisting of exactly 100 letters (not 100 characters—spaces and punctuation are not counted). The name of the dribble is… Continue reading Dribbling, or: It’s getting hot in here…

Thought, or: Language

Thoughts are rolling 'round My mind on language wheels and carousels Building momentum From the spin and leaping off Into the air Grabbing ahold of trapeze words Hanging from lines of lexicon On and on they spring and swing Tumbling free Through whispering breeze Then catching bows of gossiping trees Who mock as they are… Continue reading Thought, or: Language