Poetry Partners #139 A poem by Barbara Dean Aliaga of 'AbuNana' When do you think you will be happy? What do you mean, I'm fine. No, there's a cloud of uncertainty Radiating from your spine. It's not my spine, you see dear sir That shouts to you I'm blue. It's my soul that's caught in… Continue reading Spine, or: Soul
A haibun It takes so very little to destroy a person. We look away from homeless people and the terminally ill because we don't want to think about our own vulnerabilities. In truth, we can't protect ourselves or our families from the worst. I sit, composing poetry in my comfortable cotton pajamas with a roof… Continue reading Staid, or: Stormy
A Cadae poem again, I throw up everything ugh stomach twists in pain lying down, nausea rolls over me once more sitting upon couch instead restless sleep takes me emotions twist distressingly wild dream sequences punctuated with pain; awake, tasting bitter bile retching, another encore Cadae? Strophic: 5 strophes, each containing the number of lines… Continue reading Encore, or: Twist distressingly
A Cadralor In the form of 5 Kimos sweat beading up on my forehead; glasses slipping; cotton undershirt drenched through, sticking tightly flat feet shifting just slightly, shin muscles shooting sharply, absorbing jarring jolts, careening heavy laptop and accompanying charger, mouse, keyboard in my backpack, bumping others air conditioning is requested by an old lady;… Continue reading Push, or: Shove
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