Brilliant verses, or: Childlike wonder

An American sentence: The most brilliant verses intoxicate us with childlike wonder. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’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 the… Continue reading Brilliant verses, or: Childlike wonder

The exam for advanced second-graders

In Israel, there's a state exam for second-graders that aims to identify advanced students. There are two stages of this exam; the children who pass the first stage go on to the second, more challenging stage. I don't have all of the information about this exam, but, essentially, children who are identified as "advanced" are… Continue reading The exam for advanced second-graders

Squirt, or: Squirts

A limerick Her dad should have been more alert- Should have heeded the giggles and squirts; His little squirt smiled, His wild, rascally child; And smeared paint all over her white shirt. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #159 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as inspiration for writers to produce art.… Continue reading Squirt, or: Squirts

Would you like a cone, or: A cup?

An American sentence: She recalled weekly Friday ice cream outings with her father fondly. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’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… Continue reading Would you like a cone, or: A cup?

The forest, or: The trees

Poetry Partners #142 'From my inner child', a poem by Maria Pavlova of 'Maria's Poetry' While many ‘Stand with Ukraine’ Or hate the Russian invaders My heart is in beautiful northern forests The place where my child’s feet stepped Feeling connection to the Earth Knowing even then that I am an inseparable part of the… Continue reading The forest, or: The trees

Rascal, or: Dusht (दुष्ट)

An Ovi The imp caused a hullabaloo Pouring out her sister's shampoo Into their mom's fruit chutney stew- How both wanted to punch her! They chased her from the bungalow Like juggernauts with dad in tow Through the veranda (what a show!), Their metal bangles jangling. d'Verse poetics: The Indian connection At d'Verse, we were… Continue reading Rascal, or: Dusht (दुष्ट)

Soup smells, or: October skylight

A haibun soup smells circulate steamy October skylight clouds obscure crescent My seven-year-old daughter is not inherently opposed to healthy food, but there exists a very small subset of healthy foods that she is willing to eat without creating a fuss. One is a salmon vegetable soup that my wife makes, which leaves our daughter… Continue reading Soup smells, or: October skylight

Contest, or: Confusion

Poetry Partners #141 A senryu series by Veera of 'The Forgers of Fantasy' Pumpkins shimmering, An array of bright orange, Brilliant eyes glowing. Vampires soaring high, Razor sharp fangs glimmering, Red capes unfurling. Ghosts floating about, Clocking humans to prey on, Glowing a faint white. Dead bodies rising, Witches flying with broomsticks, Skeletons dancing. Heart… Continue reading Contest, or: Confusion