Space, or: Time

Poetry Partners #94 'The Shiver of Time', by A. J. Wilson of 'Let's Write...' opening the window I witness existence the vast expanse of sky overwhelms me maneuvering new passageways to its outer limits I am contained by its immensity blown fiercely luminous through the journals of space cover me in the blanket of time… Continue reading Space, or: Time

Remember, or: Dream

A pantoum We remember remembering the past Dreaming of ourselves dreaming of the future Just now, we may have experienced something Seems dreams leave very strong impressions Dreaming of ourselves dreaming of the future Remembering vivid dreams we didn't have Seems dreams leave very strong impressions We are of impressions and sensations Remembering vivid dreams… Continue reading Remember, or: Dream

Daydream, or: The here and now

Poetry Partners #75 'Daydream', a poem by Puvanesvari Rajan of 'Opinions, Bijou and Poems' A dream… Or am I? Lucid to the touch, and true to the feel…. Do I dwell in mindplay? Or am I the projection of one? Perhaps a lost neural connection left floating in a mass of empty grey matter… Perhaps… Continue reading Daydream, or: The here and now

Whether, or: Not

Four American sentences: I wonder what, if anything, will still exist after I am gone. I wonder what, if anything, exists while I sit here typing this. I wonder whether or not I am actually composing this.I wonder whether or not you're actually reading this sentence. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the… Continue reading Whether, or: Not

Meandering prose, or: Sinking suspicion

Poetry Partners #11 'Meandering prose', by Jim- of 'TheCommonAtheist' Winding amidst the valleys Of life's twists and turns— Through eddies and pools Often muddled clarity Carves out sweet ramblings— Jim-: https://jimoeba.wordpress.com/ A cleave poem by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ below the heavens, winding amidst the valleys our mortal experience is one of life's… Continue reading Meandering prose, or: Sinking suspicion

I am a poem, or: A poet

Poetry Partners #10 'I am a poem', by Chris Reilley of 'Christopher Reilley Poems' I am a poem. I am more than a collection of random words. I am much more than meter and rhyme. I was wrestled from magic, fixed into place, and spun like candy floss into being. If I can live one… Continue reading I am a poem, or: A poet

Not to be, or: To be

A Cleave poem looking out for a place to go these words find their audience hall to perform in… you, such as you are and you aren’t… and whoever else will harken, such as your poetry community members of many clever, nuanced allusions that draw subtle connections to desperate, yearning loneliness, understanding much of our… Continue reading Not to be, or: To be

Windows, or: Fourth dimension

A waltmarie Comprised of 5 consecutive American sentences A chilly breeze blows across the apartment through large, open windows. We find ourselves observing the shifting seasons, passengers through time. Our senses tingle at winter's birth, our bare hands; noses; tongues... our eyes. The frailty of bare trees and wind's colors are almost hard to look… Continue reading Windows, or: Fourth dimension