Familiar, or: Family man

A kerf "I'd be more useful dead." "At least they'd get the money." "Hell, at least I would finally be free." "Mouths at home would get fed." "So sad, it's almost funny." "My children? Nah, they have no need for me." "Construction doesn't pay." "Ain't no help for a brother." "There's only one way out… Continue reading Familiar, or: Family man

Unfamiliar, or: Piercing

A haibun Nearly one year after my father died, I wrote the following: Disconcertingly out of sync, perceptions jumbled, receptors misfiring, I remain immediately near but never fully within the self I’d always known, receiving on an unfamiliar, piercing wavelength.Slowly, slowly, I have come to understandthis: My pulse has been attuned to loss.-Me, The Skeptic's… Continue reading Unfamiliar, or: Piercing

Note to self, or: Hypocrisy

An American sentence in 10 words: Delay unequivocally costs us our lives; best to take chances. 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… Continue reading Note to self, or: Hypocrisy

Worn, or: Feathery

An American sentence in 10 words: Smiling, my child sleeps soundly on my worn, feathery aspirations. 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… Continue reading Worn, or: Feathery

Glowing, or Toasted

Poetry Partners #42 'Daylight at night', a poem by kittysverses of 'Kitty's Verses' Haunted by dreams, Keeping me awake at night, I seek answers, Those luminescent stars crossing paths though light years far, Have I always known it all along? Of times to come, Awhile wishing otherwise. Haunted by dreams, That take me to lands… Continue reading Glowing, or Toasted

Thicker than blood, or: Bugaboo

Stop asking, for I'll answer you, extending pliant boundaries, embellishing fresh memories; vast worlds and words to be construed Power and pain, born both of truth, yearned after through the centuries; discerning eyes may peer beneath; all want to know -but then they do Reality shan't be eschewed, enticed, youths' curiosities; wishing to know His… Continue reading Thicker than blood, or: Bugaboo

Memories, or: Dreams

My 2nd blank verse EPIGRAPH: We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams.–Jeremy Irons (b. 1948) ... regret and failure, hopelessness against bulwark stubborn the generation's this; responding before breathe and pause; pain and anger the stifle and, kiss, hug, smile shall I; do… Continue reading Memories, or: Dreams

No bed, or: Roses

My 2nd Lai My engines are fired up, as is required for flight. Coffee has me wired, but nothing's transpired tonight. Though I feel inspired, my brain's much too tired to write. I dream of heartaches, of mountains, of lakes, still, vast. Then, morning, I wake; it's come time to make breakfast. Oh, for goodness… Continue reading No bed, or: Roses