Inspirit, or: In spirit

Poetry Partners #138 'Old Houses', a poem by Sherry Lens of 'Sherry'sLens Photography' Doors and windows, Gates and Gables Luring me in with their untold fables Shadows on stairwells, echoing walls Hinting of stories yet to be told Remnants of footprints, ghostly remains Distant reminders of those who have came Standing in mystery in need… Continue reading Inspirit, or: In spirit

Woodwork, or: Far from the tree

A limerick Respected for both mind and might, The nails he hit lost every fight; So, where had I come from? His son who was all thumbs Knew only to dream and to write. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #154 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo to the right as inspiration for… Continue reading Woodwork, or: Far from the tree

Arrivals, or: Departures

An American sentence: After visiting her child abroad, she returned to a changed Russia. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt that… Continue reading Arrivals, or: Departures

Chemotherapy, or: Blood transfusion

An American sentence: My aunt's white blood cell count is much too low for her to receive chemo. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables… Continue reading Chemotherapy, or: Blood transfusion

Cancer consumes, or: Clear-eyed

An 'Amanda's Pinch' poem Her daughter, a doctor, stays always by her side. A collapsed lung has landed her at hospital. Please, let it be pneumonia, we pray, Though cancer consumes her body. Though cancer consumes her body, My aunt cherishes every single day. Her will's not been whittled, not even a little, Constantly fighting… Continue reading Cancer consumes, or: Clear-eyed

The Paris flight

Merle's muscles loosened, as the notes of Delibe's "Flower Duet" wafted into the bathroom. Lakmé was her favorite opera. The Paris flight would be leaving now; and Merle wouldn't see Luca again for at least another week. Her unfaithful husband's "extended business trips" regularly dragged on for undefined stretches; their most recent bitter disagreement of… Continue reading The Paris flight

All work, or: No play

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