Eaten up with guilt, or: Gusto

A triolet Hey! Are you even listening to me? How on earth do I get through to you? I wonder ~ though you wag eagerly... Hey! Are you even listening to me? No! Get your big head off of my knee! Max, damn it! Did you eat my shoe? Hey! Are you even listening to… Continue reading Eaten up with guilt, or: Gusto

Twitter poetry 2021: Week 35

My blogger-poet-friend Ingrid inspired me to create a Twitter account and start writing #APoemADay, which I began on January 1, 2021. This week, I posted a series of brevettes. Actually, this was my second series of brevettes... I find the idea of three word poems fascinating. I've been really cranking out micropoems of various forms recently, trying to complete… Continue reading Twitter poetry 2021: Week 35

Twitter poetry 2021: Week 34

My blogger-poet-friend Ingrid inspired me to create a Twitter account and start writing #APoemADay, which I began on January 1, 2021. This week, I posted a series of musettes. For some reason, I was in a storytelling mood when I wrote this series, and the musettes turned into short fiction pieces... even though they certainly don't have to be.… Continue reading Twitter poetry 2021: Week 34

“We may have found our guy, Yevgenia.”

d’Verse prosery “Coffee, Dear?” “That would be great, Darling. Cream please.” “Yes, Dear. So, what’s on your mind this morning?” Thoughtfully, Mr. Li stirred his dark poison and raised it to his lips. “We may have a lead, Yevgenia.” “That’s wonderful, Yìchén! Now Mr. Wang will definitely give you that promotion!” “Well, we’re not certain… Continue reading “We may have found our guy, Yevgenia.”

Apocalypse or: Armageddon now

A kimo ⭑ extravehicular⭑ activity⭑ ⭑ interplanetary⭑ space⭑ ⭑ adaptability ⭑ What's a kimo? According to this website, kimo poems are an Israeli 🇮🇱 version of haiku. Apparently, there was a need for more syllables in Hebrew. That said, most of the rules are still familiar: 3 lines.No rhymes.10 syllables in the first line, 7… Continue reading Apocalypse or: Armageddon now

Truth, or: Dare

A free verse poem No choice, he figured. No bullets but the one in his leg. No windows, no noise, no smoke. No way of knowing, but he wouldn't survive outside in the snow. "Hey! Anybody in there? Hello? I need shelter! Anybody there?" No response. As he pain- fully limped his way a- round… Continue reading Truth, or: Dare

Considered armed, or: Dangerous

A 'Waltz wave' cRR... DAMN it! Of- ficer, can... Khhh khHH... me? Come in, Offi- CRR; ShZZTt; bzTztTT... Suspect is in a... kRRS; grkTZtt; zztt... HEADING SOUTH on Broad... kRzt; ZTsRzt; gRkt... all u- nits, be advised... zKtt; cRrt... con- sid- ered... Zkkkzk... and...