A Choka ground temperature at depths greater than ten feet stays relatively constant through the course of time please bury me deep in Earth's comfortable bosom a warm welcoming spa-like decomposition muscles loosening lying horizontally limbs and back at rest and still mine to enjoy finally Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading After, or: My time
A Choka their little faces turn to us for confidence their innocent eyes look up trustingly to ours reach up for our hands wrap themselves around our legs for stability for we epitomize truth embody balance feet grounded in life wisdoms though we're winging it daily Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Little faces, or: Innocent eyes
A Choka the madman after the madman scares the living daylights out of me the madman's digit hovers over the button while anonymous madmen crack hollow knuckles excited by the prospect of spreading their own madness version two point oh from the skies throughout the Earth Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading By a thread, or: Knife’s edge
A Choka colors of sunrise bell out across the ripples boundless reflections unbound possibilities selves observe themselves through reality's membrane between above and below flickers of visions turn perceptions on their heads bodies wake come morn with many left uncertain as to whether life's a dream Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the Choka,… Continue reading Bell out across the ripples, or: Whether life’s a dream
A Choka festive holiday Jews dance with the Torah scroll I stand to the side when I attend on my own else remain at home some literally kiss the scroll blissful faces shine concentric circles of Jews expressions of love how to encourage my child to love traditions I find alienating ancient traditions tie our… Continue reading The happiness of the Torah, or: Feh!
A Choka can't blame the agent station's hummin' right as rain can't blame the porter jus' followin' instructions can't blame the switchman he's professional as they come can't blame the driver timely, uneventful ride gotta blame myself shoulda checked the track number shoulda noticed the sunset Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Signs, or: Symbols
Poetry Partners #135 'Falling Stars', a poem by Malalai Khan of 'Malalai Noor Khan' While all the world is asleep And I too close my eyes, My inner ones open To gaze at the soulful skies. The night ocean glimmers Upon the starry shores, A whole place for me To roam and explore. The darkness… Continue reading Starboard, or: Gunwale
A Choka Punch-drunk love sours to white wine vinegar over years, as tensions spike at home... voices drip acid upon the floor tiles... brother and sister tripping over themselves in familiar apprehension... their little feet, hearts pounding the stairs to safety... "F**k!" He raises the bottle. Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Fallen apple, or: Tree