Blues, or: Soul

Poetry Partners #77 'With tears from dear', a poem by Henry Mworia of 'Veteran Writes' Emotions say you are a stranger. Alone I must be they tell me. Being apart will stop my heart. Drizzling notions of doubt or despair Rain at a pace similar to no other. Iโ€™m unable to see you split in… Continue reading Blues, or: Soul

With and for the hope of your nation

dโ€™Verse prosery During these darkest days, child, you must allow yourself to talk what you please of future spring; and sun-warmโ€™d sweet tomorrow will, in this very way, become reality. Yes, the Russians invaded your home and murdered your family; they've raped and tortured your neighbors; they've decimated your city. Yes, much of your country… Continue reading With and for the hope of your nation

Fragile flakes, or: Ashen death

A haibun I'm sorry. I am. As the father of a little girl, I strive to remain upbeat, but on most days I'm only managing this outwardly. 'Cherry Blossoms,' you suggest, Frank? Charred corpses and the white ashes of a nuclear holocaust. I see children's faces melting off and their bones crumbling. Writing this doesn't… Continue reading Fragile flakes, or: Ashen death

‘Oseh shalom’, a New Poetic Form

Senseless, or: Relentless My 1st 'Oseh Shalom' Ukrainian children flee; nuclear power plant set ablaze; senseless, relentless war; please - just stop; let live - Amen. The new 'Oseh Shalom' poetic form I have created a new syllabic form of poetry, based upon the Jewish prayer for peace 'Oseh Shalom', which is sung as a… Continue reading ‘Oseh shalom’, a New Poetic Form

Empty, or: Broken

Poetry Partners #44 A poem by Saint Gaona of 'Saint it so' Looking in the mirror, carving a smile out of the broken promises, watered down dreams. Unable to relate to the reflection , feeling like an out of body experience, experiment for their sick pleasure. Your body a burden to your soul, your soul… Continue reading Empty, or: Broken

Holding on, or: Letting go

Poetry Partners #33 A poem by trE of 'A Cornered Gurl' the depth of love carries a torch of light it ushers in the kindness we need and lures fighters whose intentions are bright the heart a source not of stinginess or greed we long for understanding in this world our chances of finding it… Continue reading Holding on, or: Letting go

Clap on, or: Clap off

Blank verse in iambic pentameter My sky is dark with black stars; together, congealing into thick syrup, even as I spread my arms; distributed as sick party favors, mementos of... need; perhaps, perhaps, preferable to my own; their deafening silence clotting my ears, coursing through twisted creases, pooling in my eyes, heavy, streaming down my… Continue reading Clap on, or: Clap off

Thanatophobia, or: Pit

It could be that the very idea of health is a plant seeded within fertile as we are unwittingly desperate as we are arable sown watered , sweat flowing from our over our down our onto our full flowering forceful , feracious , , fe,,, f f d'Verse Poetics 'Dungeons and Derivatives' The idea of… Continue reading Thanatophobia, or: Pit