The Ckackackonance, or: Creativity forms verses

Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they continued their journey together; Sangeetha came up with a fun… Continue reading The Ckackackonance, or: Creativity forms verses

Bewildered, or: In twilight

Poetry Partners #147 'Dirge to a Dirge', a poem by Rayla of 'Innerdialects' WAR rAW ''..humans can pardon each other." If YHWH is disbelieved then your Portugal fell to the Fault of men (more pointlessnesses👇🏼) •I envy your fire that will not dance with the Storm: you see nothing beyond the grave. Zero bother with… Continue reading Bewildered, or: In twilight

W3 Prompt #32: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Intro Dear friends, Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live on Wednesdays at The Skeptic's Kaddish. You may click here for a fuller explanation of W3; but here's the 'tldr' version: Part I The main ingredient of W3 is a weekly poem written by a Poet of the Week (PoW), which participants respond… Continue reading W3 Prompt #32: Wea’ve Written Weekly

The Beyonder, or: Creativity forms verses

Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they continued their journey together; Sangeetha came up with a fun… Continue reading The Beyonder, or: Creativity forms verses

The ‘Gray’

d’Verse prosery Despite weeks of training, I'm anxious. Truth is, nobody really knows whether this will work... Really, it's all theoretical. I see Prof. Chow signal towards me. Repairing and repurposing this extraterrestrial portal technology was her idea; her excitement is palpable. She claims there exists a colorless, muted realm, parallel to our own, in… Continue reading The ‘Gray’

Orange hue, or: Hanging nimbly

A "Bridges" poem An ode to the Golden Gate Bridge "International Orange" its famed vivid hue; Visible through thick fog; bold against vast skies blue; Bay to ocean... In earthquakes and strong winds it vibrates flexibly; This great, sturdy marvel, hanging nimbly... Made for motion. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #163 This "bridges" poem was… Continue reading Orange hue, or: Hanging nimbly

Here, there, or: Everywhere

A Cleave poem In the form of two haiku chameleon eyes independently mobile with three-sixty arcs cast images upon the brain all-seeing these two chameleon eyes How to read a Cleave poem? Simply: Read the left hand poem as a first discrete poem. Read the right hand poem as a second discrete poem. Read the… Continue reading Here, there, or: Everywhere

We honor our roots

On the momentous occasion, the youth nearly floundered before her humble hut but, shaking, managed to present Elder Aric with the fern leaf. "Greetings, Elder… Vedia offers tribute… We honor our roots." This piece of flash fiction was written in response to: The Sunday Muse #238; Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: 'flounder'; Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: 'roots';… Continue reading We honor our roots