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When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone - it's possible. But creatively, it's more like painting: you can't just use the same colours in every painting. It's just not an option. You can't take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.-Ben Harper (b. 1969)… Continue reading Creatively, it’s more like painting…
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’!
My blogger-poet-friend Ingrid inspired me to create a Twitter account and start writing #APoemADay, which I began on January 1, 2021. This week, I posted a series of kimos to Twitter, which I wrote a while ago... Actually, I'm thrilled to say that I've completed my full year's worth of micropoems for 2021, meaning that I no longer have… Continue reading Twitter poetry 2021: Week 41
An American sentence: Versing exhausts my mind faster than it does all possibilities. 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… Continue reading First, or: Foremost
A Cywydd Llosgyrnog What once was surely sight unseen, Today's bards verse without caffeine. Their minds keen, while mine's blurry. My mornings ~ always viscous slogs 'Til I've oiled old, unwilling cogs, Mind defogged and deflurried.
A Cywydd Llosgyrnog Reeling from throes of writer's block; Dazed, watching hands tick 'round the clock; I, pale, gawk ~ at empty screen. Imagination rocked by storms; Dense jungle of poetic forms; Wild words swarm ~ roused by caffeine.
"The more you know, the more you grow" Before I began writing poetry online last year, I'd never heard of a tanka, let alone a renga. Once I came to understand the concept of a tanka, I started responding to other poets' haikus on their blogs occasionally, to show my appreciation. I have long been… Continue reading Ripples, or: A renga partnership, V
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