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A 'Found Poem' Based on Peter Schneider's poem 'Lost in Plain Sight' I wake up, waiting, wanting to speak my mind, I think. Why do I have this empty cup clenched in my right hand? To fill in with... name, date? I greet my neighbor (isn't her name Susan?) with trivia, punch line. She smiles… Continue reading Transfer, or: Orientation
An American sentence: Seeking personal meaning in religion may reveal profound flaws. 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 Simians, or: Sapiens
A quadrille In the form of four Elevenies life flourishing richly throughout human lands inhabitants accustomed to peace complacency planes flying fleetly imperceptible to eagles barking dogs pulling leashes foreshadowing whistling bombs dropping silhouetted against azure people rushing towards cellars blasts ash covering earth carried by currents only scorching wind's breathing apocalypse Elfchen Row Words… Continue reading Humanity, or: Humaneness
My 2nd Blitz Poem Not again Not the same Same shit different day Same old Old fart Old school School curriculum School trip Trip over yourself Trip switch Switch around Switch knife Knife's edge Knife in the back Back to the basics Back to work Work around Work it It's ironic It's a bitch Bitch… Continue reading Same, or: Pass
My 1st Tina’s Zigzag Rhyme Never met Tina but heard she's clever with the use of her tongue. I've heard she enjoys making puns and often annoys her lovers, who tend to feel she's too complex and expects too much oral text. Never met Tina but heard she's clever with the use of her tongue.… Continue reading Zig, or: Zag
My 1st Blitz Poem train of thought train wreck wreck yourself wrecking ball ball buster ball and chain chain smoking chain of command command sergeant major command prompt prompt book prompt box box turtle box seat seat of the pants seat of power power structure power save mode mode of communication mode of transport transport… Continue reading Wreck, or: Over
A Cywydd Llosgyrnog We could alternate words or lines, Forming poems, both thine and mine. Thus entwined, what could we birth? Sounds, syllables, inspiring verse ~ Hearts in union cynics disperse. Let's converse, two of one earth. 'Poetry Partners' This poem is in honor of the new 'Poetry Partners' initiative at the Skeptic's Kaddish. I'm… Continue reading Invitation, or: Poetry Partners
New at the Skeptic's Kaddish I'm excited to announce that the Skeptic's Kaddish will now be featuring one guest poem every week between Friday night and Saturday night (UTC+02:00), marking Shabbat, the Jewish Sabbath. Please note: ‘Poetry Partners’ is not merely about publishing guest poetry; it’s about seeding potential future creative partnerships. In addition to providing a… Continue reading Announcing ‘Poetry Partners’!
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