Forth, or: Grounded

My 1st Alouette Writing on and on, Calling for black swan, Which shall soar forth from down(ed) soul, Bearing long-lost words. That rarest of birds... Without which, I can't be whole. I'm... sure it is true... Should I continue, Free, winged truth shall arise. Oh, desperately, I will this to be, Ere rising into the… Continue reading Forth, or: Grounded

Openings, or: End game

A kyrielle Been playing for over a year; So, what might my best next move be? Could writing become a career? ~ Thus far, it's been purely for me. I've mastered some challenging forms. So, what might my best next move be? It's such fun to tinker with norms. ~ Tacticians, proficient, coach me. With… Continue reading Openings, or: End game

Words wrapped around dreams…

What is poetry?? This is akin to asking “what is happiness?” Poetry is one soul speaking to the universe and hoping that the stars hear. Poetry is emotion woven in words. Poetry is words wrapped around dreams. Poetry is the vulgar made presentable and the presentable made profane. Poetry is an individual definition influenced by… Continue reading Words wrapped around dreams…

Core, or: Seeded

Sevenling (Fine, fine.) Fine, fine. You want to know? He was more noble; more brilliant; and more athletic than me. Just... more, more... All of the above is true, but I was always the better communicator; the more imaginative one; and much more introspective (or perhaps just self-absorbed). An apple lying in the shadow of… Continue reading Core, or: Seeded

Famished, or: Frozen

My 1st novelinee My parched throat stings; and when I try to form, Nought comes forth but heaving; this painful rasp. Metaphor locusts consume in their swarm... Depleted... whence... that... dry, terrible gasp? In this verse desert, there are not enough * I'm searching but cannot find quite the right * Damn... did it ring… Continue reading Famished, or: Frozen

Thanatophobia, or: Pit

It could be that the very idea of health is a plant seeded within fertile as we are unwittingly desperate as we are arable sown watered , sweat flowing from our over our down our onto our full flowering forceful , feracious , , fe,,, f f d'Verse Poetics 'Dungeons and Derivatives' The idea of… Continue reading Thanatophobia, or: Pit

Still paperclips, or: Steel wires

My 1st American sentence Unfolded haiku-paperclips pierce through pages without binding them. 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 the… Continue reading Still paperclips, or: Steel wires

Slushy, or: Brain freeze

An elfchen Anxiety Slurps brains Loudly through straw Rapacious, obnoxious, unwanted guest Elfchen Elfchen Row Words Content 1 1 A thought, an object, a color, a smell or the like 2 2 What does the word from the first row do? 3 3 Where or how is the word of row 1? 4 4 What… Continue reading Slushy, or: Brain freeze