Wandering words, or: Meandering meanings

An Alliterisen Silver stars sparkling up above pensive poet Trees trembling as brisk breeze blows through gnarly bifurcations Fingers feeling for lightless letters on keys Elbows resting upon stiff, supportive table top Tongue tasting tangy, satisfying sounds Words wandering after meandering meanings Squinting through thick leaves, sees self sitting 'pon a star The Alliterisen The… Continue reading Wandering words, or: Meandering meanings

Age, or: Refusal

An American sentence My mind loves syllabifying my brain's gripes about our late bedtime. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt that… Continue reading Age, or: Refusal

Stories, or: Simulations

A kimo vacation but solitude's poetry ~ simultaneously in need of love yet restored 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… Continue reading Stories, or: Simulations

Hate, or: Meh…

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…

Rhythms, or: Reality

A sijo While putting her to bed \ I often fall asleep from exhaustion; I'd rather remain awake \ to soak in night's boundlessness, but am bound by mortality \ and men's daily rhythms. I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.-Vincent van Gogh (1853 – 1890)… Continue reading Rhythms, or: Reality