Encore, or: Twist distressingly

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

Push, or: Shove

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