Dreams, or: Stanzas

An emoji 'free verse' (best viewed: on a computer screen & not in WordPress Reader) In a moment, 🧗‍♂️ it would be over again and he'd 🧗‍♂️ have to start over in the next... no, not this time. Grunting, 🤏 hand over hand, he scaled the 🧗‍♂️ uneven face of 🤏 the dream cliff, fingers… Continue reading Dreams, or: Stanzas

Those asteroids, Sir, they’re…

d’Verse prosery "Captain, we're exiting hyperdrive just outside of the Milky Way! I'll patch us through to Grand Lord… Wait… Where…" "Where are we, Lieutenant Mark? There's nothing here but an asteroid field. Check your coordinates!" "Yes, Sir! Let's see… 71.5 by 199.5 degrees… I... don't understand it, Sir. The galaxy should be just… Oh,… Continue reading Those asteroids, Sir, they’re…

Ripples, or: A renga partnership, V

"The more you know, the more you grow" Before I began writing poetry online last year, I'd never heard of a tanka, let alone a renga. Once I came to understand the concept of a tanka, I started responding to other poets' haikus on their blogs occasionally, to show my appreciation. I have long been… Continue reading Ripples, or: A renga partnership, V

From above, or: What lies beneath

A Quadrille In the form of a Haibun I found myself tempted to compose a prose poem about the nearly immutable nature of stone. However, my mind wriggled, squirming away from me. Shield limpets, keel worms, snails and other creatures captured my imagination. only lift the rocks to uncover teeming life changelessness belied d’Verse Quadrille… Continue reading From above, or: What lies beneath

Am, Are, or: Always

no doors in walls to Keep out fear just: Look and See, but no walls there... once structures, now Convulsing lines there's Is, there's Was, less timeless rhymes no what, no I, but only Am Am Flail for textures; Whisper, "damn..." unbearable, Am's Feels Are Galled Walled in, Crawling, no space at all! nouns swiftly… Continue reading Am, Are, or: Always