Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person spontaneously began writing verses back and forth to one another over the Internet. Their first poetry project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their oeuvre, the two decided to continue their creative… Continue reading The Ukiah, or: Form verses creativity
A haibun My wife loves going to the beach; and she's bred this love into our daughter. Personally, I'm less about the sand, salty water, and heat; but I've become amenable to joining them on beach mini-vacations. Our last such trip was to Haifa last year; and our daughter was thrilled to play with us… Continue reading The wind, or: The waves
A haibun Spring is well under way in Israel and with it, many changes. Spring bird migration is in full swing this April; and the first week of May is expected to be see huge soaring bird migration over Southern Israel. Meanwhile, I am singing as I spread my wings to fly. For the first… Continue reading Cloudless skies, or: Verdant meadows
A serious limerick Sometimes, I lock truths up in my heart for fear they could tear me apart. I can but haw and hem when I think to speak them, and when writing... even to start... smarts.
Poetry Partners #79 'Before And After', a poem by Larry Trasciatti of 'Eastelmhurst.a.go.go' Listening to decades old Records on a Rainy Saturday night all alone my windows are closed tight and the songs of the Weavers follow supper they are from an era I can not Recall the rain and fog have washed it all… Continue reading Before, or: After
Poetry Partners #78 'ALL Belong', a poem by Anna Smit of 'Shalom Aleh' They turned And looked At me fierce "Go home Where you Came from" They shouted. Tears Became my Playground lot I thought I belonged But came up Short. Finally I cried Now I be- Long. But no! Accents Set us apart A… Continue reading Longing, or Belonging
Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person spontaneously began writing verses back and forth to one another over the Internet. Their first poetry project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their oeuvre, the two decided to continue their creative… Continue reading The Tritina, or: Form verses creativity
A riddle poem The merest glimpse and passion's born; this essence belies any scorn. Come morning, brims again, renewed. The day is ours to see it through. d'Verse prompt: Guess right or be devoured At d'Verse, poets were encouraged to write riddles in the form of poems. The idea of making riddles into verse is… Continue reading Unlock, or: Transform
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