Realignment, or: The explosion

Poetry Partners #153 A poem by Tricia Sankey In my dream you have hands like a clock pointy and judgy countering all reason and erasing our seconds moments gone. Why is awareness the last thing to go? I curse the black holes in your eyes (Dilating now) and I swallow one marvelous bright ball (one… Continue reading Realignment, or: The explosion

A snide remark

Her Yuletide celebration was nearly turning into more of a fiasco than Jill had feared; the acrimony between the Johnson and Cohen families weighed down over the room like a wet blanket. Still, she kept on smiling and chatting, determined to carry on, until she overheard a snide remark about her grandmother's silver Chanukah menorah.… Continue reading A snide remark

Bitter impasse

The bitter question was engraved on her heart. Indebted to the forest spirit, she remained at the same monstrous impasse: She loved another. Photography by Katerina Plotnikova This piece of flash fiction was written in response to: The Sunday Muse #239; Fandangoโ€™s One-Word Challenge: 'indebted'; Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: 'question'; Word of the Day Challenge:… Continue reading Bitter impasse

Anthem, or: All rights reserved

Poetry Partners #130 'Anthem', a poem by Verne Ivars Krastins of 'Sculptage' One fine day I wrote a song Its many verses went on and on A few weeks later the chorus began My simple hymn extended its span The song became an anthem soon All humanity knew my tune Centuries later amongst the stars… Continue reading Anthem, or: All rights reserved

Boots on the ground, or: Feet on the ground

A 'Septolet' American arms empower Ukrainians to fight back. America hasn't proposed a viable endgame yet. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.

Richelieu, or: the Conspiracy

Poet-Warrior Sword dripping with foes' dark ink Pens mightier words dโ€™Verse Open Link Night I am sharing this poem for dโ€™Verse OLN #313. This is a senryu that I wrote back in August '20, a few months after launching this blog. The words came to me as I was lying down to sleep, and I worried… Continue reading Richelieu, or: the Conspiracy

South of Ukraine, or: Not by Russia

My 1st Sparrowlet South of Ukraine... not by Russia... Stuck in Moldova... Gosh, such a frustrating and unforeseen pain that my wife is there and thus - a traveler stranded with no plane... Not by Russia... South of Ukraine... d'Verse prompt: The Sparrowlet At d'Verse, poets were prompted to try their hands at constructing sparrowlets:… Continue reading South of Ukraine, or: Not by Russia

Lisolia, or: Anaphasia

A double acrostic poem Reflections in Arabic tea:Much has Jerusalem seen Land endowed in ancient times with a divine auraIsrael lay between three continents on clover mapSovereignty won and lost; so too ~ prevailing mythOver centuries, she heard many a heartrending pleaLove for Homeland of yore etched into Jews' heartsIndeed, lifetimes of yearning for each… Continue reading Lisolia, or: Anaphasia