The Trianglet, or: Creativity verses form

Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they decided to continue their journey together; and Sangeetha came up… Continue reading The Trianglet, or: Creativity verses form

Past the garden threshold, or: The far wall

A sijo gravel glistening in puddles past the garden threshold; path between neat mown lawns, shrubs, trees through lushest green to the far wall; a second gate to the distant hills has not been built by man. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #158 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as inspiration… Continue reading Past the garden threshold, or: The far wall

Happy Jewish New Year

At sunset tonight, the Jewish New Year begins; it ends at sunset two days later. As such, I will not be blogging for ~49 hours, and I will have to play 'catch up' with my online poetry community on Tuesday night. (Of course, I will schedule some blog posts in advance of the holiday.) Honestly,… Continue reading Happy Jewish New Year

Space, or: Time

Poetry Partners #94 'The Shiver of Time', by A. J. Wilson of 'Let's Write...' opening the window I witness existence the vast expanse of sky overwhelms me maneuvering new passageways to its outer limits I am contained by its immensity blown fiercely luminous through the journals of space cover me in the blanket of time… Continue reading Space, or: Time

Lovingly, or: All we have in common

Poetry Partners #86 A poem by Anne Morrigan of 'Anne A p a r t' I fell in love Precisely because you asked me not to said I was foolish one of thousands a fly in your soup Common. but you had to concede that you revealed yourself to me so what I could not… Continue reading Lovingly, or: All we have in common

Five, or: Sixth

My 1st Crown Cinquain my eyes can only see that which is, and even then they must close sometimes, unlike my ears my ears sometimes pick up strange, seemingly distant sounds, but get distracted, unlike my tongue my tongue can distinguish 'tween umami; sweet; sour; salty; bitter, but not without my nose my nose is… Continue reading Five, or: Sixth

Lighting a fire, or: Writing

An American sentence: On Shabbat, smokers forgo cigarettes. Would I could write poetry. 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 Lighting a fire, or: Writing