Well, or: Aware

A duodora I'm well aware of life's fragility; it would take only the tiniest nudge of fate to push one out onto the street to seek shelter from the elements under a worn awning. I'm well aware of the privilege that comes with looking out a morning window; sipping a freshly brewed coffee; having a… Continue reading Well, or: Aware

Innocence lies, or: Winter waits

A 'Diablo' poem Children's laughter rings from the street Spring's much absorbed by summer's heat Innocence lies I feel myself betrayed by youth A father's love can't shade the truth Although it tries Eyes open, I know love deceives Sure as the rainbows of the leaves Sly sin of fate's With passing years, I autumn… Continue reading Innocence lies, or: Winter waits

The Kลel, or: Creativity verses form

Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they decided to continue their journey together; and Sangeetha came up… Continue reading The Kลel, or: Creativity verses form

The Alliterisen, or: Creativity verses form

Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they decided to continue their journey together; and Sangeetha came up… Continue reading The Alliterisen, or: Creativity verses form

Oceans apart, or: Together

An American sentence: Two brothers living across the globe rejoice at landing their dream jobs. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didnโ€™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… Continue reading Oceans apart, or: Together

Never, or: Now

A poem, based upon 'Time to Come' by Walt Whitman O, Life! a rough, billowy cloak Hangs round thee, and the present state; The eye may see, the hand may touch Only one's revealed fate. This mind, which now parallel flows With frantic hope and rising fear; This heart of flesh with chambers four, That… Continue reading Never, or: Now