Poetry Partners #170 'Snow', a poem by Kiri Salazar of 'TheDustSeason' Snow, as heavy as death, How you break the frail back. Shoveling is a gladiator sport, and Winter is the lion which slays you. Roar the oncoming horde of flakes. Sodden mittens clench the staff, A blade against an unrelenting foe. Blisters in anticipation.… Continue reading Trivialities, really, or: Futile rage
Poetry Partners #167 'I don't know', a poem by Marvin Tordillos of 'A Poem A Day' I don't know I can't sleep I don't know I keep waking up I don't know why I am so distressed I don't know but I'm awake right now I don't know but my mind's a mess I don't… Continue reading I don’t know, or: Try not to
Poem: You, seize the day, if you please, and forgive my concerns regarding your eager search for purpose. I need a minimum of eight hours sleep! Am not available, at 4am. I admire your rigour. And then, I roll over. I have a dream waiting for me. So, yes, seize the day, if you please,… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Seize the day’ by Britta Benson
A poem in 'Memento' form The candles lit; the blessings said; All gathered for dinner As one; Sometimes the wine goes to our heads; Sauvignon's a winner- All gone. Relaxing, we ease weary minds; And feeling the warm glow- Hearts soar; On our Day of Rest, let's unwind- Please- uncork that Merlot- And pour. Memento?… Continue reading Sauvignon, or: Merlot
As some of you know, I have been working at three jobs (one full-time, two part-time) since I began my new, full-time job back in early May. One of my two part-time jobs is my work for my rabbi, whom I've been working for since 2010; the other part-time job is for my former full-time… Continue reading Update: relief and guilt
Poetry Partners #118 A poem by Murisopsis of 'A Different Perspective' Laying down lies Lying down lanes Climbing the ladder Being a pain Practicing patience Patiently pacing Working on papers Checking the spacing Writing reminders Reminded of rights Weekly pay stubs Staying up nights Hurrying hours Ours aren’t a plus Docked for tardies Vacation’s a… Continue reading All work, or: No play
A piece of Tanka Prose supine form in bed motionless, but for deep breaths eyelids flutter rapidly unmade choices lived again blank stare up at white ceiling I don’t take care of myself very well. My sleep schedule is ridiculously inconsistent; some nights I only sleep three hours; other nights, I may sleep for ten.… Continue reading Blank stare, or: Unmade choices
A haibun My daily schedule has changed quite a bit since I began my new job. Whereas I once had a lot of flexibility, I now have to put in 8 hours at the office daily. I can no longer drop my daughter off and pick her up from school on the same day. Also,… Continue reading June, or: Jeune
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