Poem: I was sinking In insecure delusions Illusions Hallucinations Looking for meaning In their voices Of ridicule And hate But now I’m picking my scabs Looking for auguries On my raw skin I was never good At appraising value A good target For the con man Selling decaying wood And bad neighbourhoods Near markets Selling… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Ruach and the Flute’ by Tanmay Philip
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
Poetry Partners #16 A blitz poem by Kunjal of 'Duo Disseminators' Come now. Come quick. Quick child. Quick to pick. Pick your will. Pick cheap. Cheap racket. Cheap thrill Thrill ride. Thrills in count. Count anything. Count everything. Everything is much. Everything busts. Bust sale. Bust on picks. Pick there. Pick and steal! Steal from… Continue reading Fast, or: Furious
d’Verse prosery "Ezekiel, we've assigned eight of our best to the transport, and the prisoner will be securely restrained and blindfolded. They've been briefed on Elijah's history and, shall we say... proclivities. We've ordered them to keep their distance. So, if all do their duty, they need not fear harm. Nobody could possibly escape those… Continue reading And, shall we say… proclivities
A hay(na)ku hate doesn't catalyze my creative processes Muri's "August Scavenger Hunt" As much as I love Murisopsis (and I do!), I'm not actively participating in her "August Scavenger Hunt" because I've been keeping myself busy by striving to get through an entire year's worth of #APoemADay on my Twitter account, on top of responding… Continue reading Hate, or: Meh…
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