Two horses, or: Nightmares

Poetry Partners #111 'Am I dreaming?', a poem by Benjamin Nambu of 'Wealthy and ambitious entrepeneurs network' Two horses charge through a misty forest unto a dusty road As if pursued by an invisible being As if racing to the end of the world Reminds me of something I could no longer remember Like a… Continue reading Two horses, or: Nightmares

Of primal drive, or: Law from above

Poetry Partners #109 A poem by Michaël of 'Daily Poetry' By what other name do we know love, it's the warmth we receive the lost souls we retrieve. But closer than affection, we don't seem to come to describe that powerful feeling. It's mother's protection, a place to call home, peeling layers off will not… Continue reading Of primal drive, or: Law from above

Rusted afternoons, or: Bloodstained glass

Poetry Partners #108 'No Longer', a poem by Aishwarya Kannan of 'Timelessly' In the midst of an afternoon slumber Scribbling along the walls Hoping that it would last longer I don’t know why it ended But the dream was all I had ephemeral, but so close If only he could also be sad To know… Continue reading Rusted afternoons, or: Bloodstained glass

Strumming duvet chords, or: Pounding drums of war

Poetry Partners #105 'Sleep's Oasis', a shadorma by Suzette Benjamin of 'Suzette B's Blog' sleep's oasis strumming duvet chords eyelids quiver, their arrows looting rem from dreams sonorous shofar Suzette B's Blog: https://suzetteb.home.blog/ A shadorma by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ chambers pulse pounding drums of war nightmare leaps tramples down bedridden by dark… Continue reading Strumming duvet chords, or: Pounding drums of war

Servitude or death

d’Verse prosery Maria looked down at her little finger, as Boss Rossi leered at her lithe body and handed her the small, obsidian blade. "So, what's it going to be, little girl? You wanna live? C'mon… the tip of your pinky is a small price to pay, ain't it?" The beaten woman clenched her teeth… Continue reading Servitude or death

Hardly aware, or: Certainly unclear

A sijo each ever spirals through substantial, intangible changes hardly aware, certainly unclear as cycles snap and twist coil together, one into the next resisting gravity 'Ronovan Writes' poetry challenge Sijo Wednesday #8 Ronovan encourages poets to write sijos that include the words 'rebirth' or 'change' today. Sijo? A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised… Continue reading Hardly aware, or: Certainly unclear

Lady, or: Machine

Flying across men's endless rails, whistling adrenaline Churning axles hissing past so many a longing gentleman Chasing what she's never had; rims gripping faithful track Each disembarking lover spurned; ne'er thought of turning back She, ever forward, leaves 'em gasping in billows of sultry steam Thick diesel firing through the veins of lady turned machine… Continue reading Lady, or: Machine

Deep scars, or: From deep within

Poetry Partners #58 'Deep Scars', a Pantoum by Reena Saxena of 'Reena Saxena' the yellow liquid boiling inside me it's made of many repressed blues red rage that despised me boils inside the pungent brew it's made of many repressed blues blood stains and a purple scar boils inside the pungent brew a remnant of… Continue reading Deep scars, or: From deep within