Fervor, or: Forever

Poetry Partners #132 'Passion', a poem by Tallisman of 'Tallisman Poetry' He recalls the days that they spent together The nights they spent making love, all night Days they thought that would last forever Suddenly seem lost to sight What happened to the people that they once were And how did they get to where… Continue reading Fervor, or: Forever

Mother, and: Child

A 'Waltz wave' poem your tiny head against my shoulder; your heart- beat against my breast; your body swaddled securely to keep you safe and warm; ever wrapped in my mama- love ‘What do you see’ Prompt #152 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as inspiration for writers to produce art.… Continue reading Mother, and: Child

Departures, or: Arrivals

Poetry Partners #128 Pat Schneider: 'The Patience of Ordinary things' https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecZ5B4xWhhw 'Four Points of Departure (senryū inspired by excerpts from 'The Patience of Ordinary Things' by Pat Schneider)', a poem by Stephanie Malley of 'serendippitysays' i. How the cup holds the tea a test of patience to spend all your days drinking hot tea from… Continue reading Departures, or: Arrivals

Elephant, or: Future

Ya (Arabic: يا), O; hey; you; vocative particle preceding a noun used in direct address Elephant (English): a mammal and the largest existing land animal, very conspicuous I. Ya-elephant, wherefore this room? A poem, then, or-- p'raps too soon? No job in sight; the crush of debt; Ya-elephant doth sit and fret, And yet... Ya-elephant,… Continue reading Elephant, or: Future

The Lai, 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 Lai, or: Creativity verses form

September 11. Again.

September 11. Time to commemorate – with a game. Again. Alice rewrapped the bandage around her heart, knowing it might not contain her multiform grief. Sometimes it flashed, luminous, burning; other times it was nebulous, tickling. She still remembered the day Frank had foisted his chess board upon her… and his deliberate blunder that swung… Continue reading September 11. Again.

Musth, or: A must

A prose poem Aggressive like an elephant bull in musth, it's invincible. My ears tremble, athunder. Heart in heat, receptive, reddened; the bull swollen, leaking, irresistible. Love's low, pulsating rumble signals one singular purpose; sickly-sweet odor overwhelming; ears flapping in agitation; ichor flowing from his temples. My sanctum's four innermost chambers open, pulsing; nagada apounding.… Continue reading Musth, or: A must