A Cadralor I. carefully, meticulously, he sands the edges down until each peg glides smoothly into place, then cringes upon noticing he got all the colors mixed up. II. excited, her friends follow her new cake recipe step by step, baking identical desserts for their kids' birthdays, regardless of their children's preferences. III. Search Engine… Continue reading Increasingly, or: Apocalypse now
d’Verse prosery Despite weeks of training, I'm anxious. Truth is, nobody really knows whether this will work... Really, it's all theoretical. I see Prof. Chow signal towards me. Repairing and repurposing this extraterrestrial portal technology was her idea; her excitement is palpable. She claims there exists a colorless, muted realm, parallel to our own, in… Continue reading The ‘Gray’
A sijo Gleaming through the color of night, A burst pierces dark heavens; On battlefield Earth, humans war, Swept away by fears and greeds; Ruptured, dying, the planet whispers: I... I know who killed me. Sijo? A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46… Continue reading Worst enemy, or: Mostly harmless
d’Verse prosery "I used to love gardening... small, branching lavender shrubs; heavy, pink peonies; trumpet-shaped lilies... Oh, and I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace, my Dearest. That would be truly, truly divine." "Grandma?" "Yes, Darling?" "Could you tell me again about The Peace Times? Tell me about… Continue reading From an anonymous sender
The desolated houses were all variations of the same story; those that had weathered the bombings had been abandoned to the elements many years ago. Pealing paint, rusted kitchen appliances, splintered chairs and couches, tattered silk cushions… Humanity hadn't heeded its prophets. Burdie sighed as she adjusted her worn gas mask and checked her remaining… Continue reading Humanity hadn’t heeded
A quadrille (44 words) Torn up streets; thick weeds; heavy smell of musk; Long covered for ages by toxic vapor. Survivors? They're living in benighted dusk; None alive have known a sheet of paper. A child in deerskins spurts towards shaman’s tent, Clutching timeworn bottle, fearing dark portent. d’Verse Quadrille #148 The above poem is… Continue reading Dark portent, or: Timeworn bottle
Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person spontaneously began writing verses back and forth to one another over the Internet. Their first poetry project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their oeuvre, the two decided to continue their creative… Continue reading The Ottava Rima, or: Form verses creativity
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