Frail days, or: Whelming

A limerick On my frail days, life's a whale of a fail. Basic emails weigh like heavy travails. Raising up grail of peace, I can't avail of release, for, ailed and pale, I forget to exhale. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #130 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below (taken by Matt Barringer) as inspiration for writers… Continue reading Frail days, or: Whelming

How much, or: Yourself

An American sentence: How much of yourself have you given up to belong? Was it worth it? 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.… Continue reading How much, or: Yourself

Written, or: Spoken word

An American sentence: Penned words welcome endless revisions but rebuff regrets once spoken. 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 removing… Continue reading Written, or: Spoken word

Just a number? or: Late to my party

Sevenling (At twenty) At twenty, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life; at thirty, I was excited to pursue my dreams; at forty, I felt broken. At twenty, I was studying engineering in college; at thirty, I was studying Torah in Israel; at forty, I studied my belly button. Fifty?… Continue reading Just a number? or: Late to my party

Literally, or: Figuratively

Poetry Partners #67 'The poem of your life', a poem by Kim Whysall-Hammond of 'The Cheesesellers Wife' You have always strived to understand when very small you deduced gravity was invisible strings tied to our feet and God sat at the world's centre pulling hard which is why He doesn’t answer little boys prayers, He… Continue reading Literally, or: Figuratively

The green lady, or: The red rogue

Poetry Partners #66 'The green lady', a poem by The.Richard.Braxton of 'therichardbraxton' A warming blanket of ocean in hand and night underneath the waves. The wake of ocean liners in a sea of smoke and flames. The green lady sits her throne of furrowed wings and reeds in swift judgement Creating a whole new world… Continue reading The green lady, or: The red rogue

The abyss, or: Essence

Poetry Partners #65 A poem by Vedran Markovic of 'Frog Machinery' Falling falling falling, Can't stop falling. You see the stars, They slowly fade. You see the clouds, They dissipate. You fall through the sky, The blue fades away. You hit the ground, Don't stop now. Break through ground, Flying by the roots. Begin to… Continue reading The abyss, or: Essence