The YaDu, or: Form verses creativity

Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person spontaneously began writing verses back and forth to one another over the Internet. Their first poetry project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their oeuvre, the two decided to continue their creative… Continue reading The YaDu, or: Form verses creativity

Diaspora, or: Home

My 1st 'Synchronicity' poem EPIGRAPH: All language is a longing for home.-Rumi (1207 โ€“ 1273) I grew up in an immigrant family. At home our tongue was Russian. All my cousins' parents also spoke Russian, but never to my cousins. Only I talked with Babushka and Dedushka in Russian. They liked that. But we are… Continue reading Diaspora, or: Home

He’d only visit with the clouds

dโ€™Verse prosery Watching the clouds thicken, I smiled. I so loved how they would settle upon my secluded cabin every winter. Jason's cabin. He had brought me here years ago, long before we were married, claiming that this was where earth met sky. "See?" he'd asked, "The clouds descend from the heavens in winter. Isn't… Continue reading He’d only visit with the clouds

Shine, or: Rain

Poetry Partners #64 'Suede', a poem by Chris of 'Nomad' Heart pierced by her blade, Manipulation is her trade. Smile and laugh in life's parade, Permanently grinning is her masquerade. It's raining and I'm wearing suede. Chris: https://nomadonthemic.com/ A Cyhydedd hir by ben Alexander of โ€˜The Skepticโ€™s Kaddishโ€™ Countless days I prayed... only lonely stayed;… Continue reading Shine, or: Rain

Their stories, or: Our stories

Poetry Partners #40 'My Paternal Grandparents', a poem by Kate Blake of 'aroused' Nana and Pop met on the ward when she gently tended his gruesome war wounds he a tall handsome older gent she a tiny gentle English rose he solemnly declared he had nothing and lived in the middle of nowhere but love… Continue reading Their stories, or: Our stories

Yours, mine, or: Divine?

An Alouette Can you feel the love Tonight, high above These starlit skies? It is mine And yours, ours both, for It's our shared growth, or Perhaps it's fierce force (divine?)... Who knows? Not I. Do You? I once wooed you; Now, together, one and two, Thus entwined, we pull At each other, full Of… Continue reading Yours, mine, or: Divine?