REBLOG: ‘The Number Game’ by Navin Manik

Disclaimer: Please read this poem under the lighter shadeIโ€™ve added a bit of ginger to give it a slightly warmer tasteNot pointing fingers at any particular person(s) at any stageBelieve me even if I want to, I just really canโ€™tCoz I donโ€™t remember their handles or any namesCoz they havenโ€™t made any kinda impact on… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘The Number Game’ by Navin Manik

Space cadet, or: Cosmonaut

A 'Septolet' Putin avoids accessing the Internet. Putin's bodyguards collect his feces when he travels abroad. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.

Modern body image issues for young girls

A high school memory of mine I was in high school (eleventh grade, I think) when I first heard a female classmate of mine tell a friend of hers that she had recently shaved her forearms. I was shocked. "Why would you bother doing that?" I asked her. Previous to that incident I'd been aware… Continue reading Modern body image issues for young girls

Raven, or: Your virtual head

Poetry Partners #74 An American Sentence by Kerfe of 'Lines that aim to be' Original art by Kerfe Amid strange recurring sounds, Raven takes charge of your virtual head. Kerfe: A waltmarie poem by ben Alexander of 'The Skeptic's Kaddish' Comprised of 5 consecutive American sentences Lucy lost Internet privileges and more for being… Continue reading Raven, or: Your virtual head

Dreams, or: Stanzas

An emoji 'free verse' (best viewed: on a computer screen & not in WordPress Reader) In a moment, ๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ it would be over again and he'd ๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ have to start over in the next... no, not this time. Grunting, ๐Ÿค hand over hand, he scaled the ๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ uneven face of ๐Ÿค the dream cliff, fingers… Continue reading Dreams, or: Stanzas

Personal growth through others’ stories

As much as I have been cranking out poetry recently and will probably continue to do so for the foreseeable future, I can never put my grief over my Papa's death out of my mind. That was the catalyst for this blog, which began with my Skeptic's Kaddish series, written during my first year of… Continue reading Personal growth through others’ stories