In between, or: The way

Poetry Partners #90 'In Between', A poem by Shalini Kathuria Narang of 'Rhythm & Rhyme' From the texts that teach, To the men that preach, Faith lies in between. From fervent declarations of love, To blood thirsty hate, Control like a trapeze artist balances in between. From zenith of joy and happiness, To depths of… Continue reading In between, or: The way

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

Shattered, or: Infinite

Poetry Partners #46 A poem by Karina Lutz of 'Poetry for the Great Turning' The heirloom mirror doubled the living room. She loved looking in it and seeing them: mother, grandmother, memories: the smiles her own turned into when her own face faded to background. Foreground: meaning they'd each added to the object. Each recall:… Continue reading Shattered, or: Infinite

Past, or: Perfect

Poetry Partners #45 A series of raiku about the past by Alan Steinle of 'Alan’s Poetry' (Alan's invention: raiku = rhyming haiku) the past is a chain we drag along the terrain of our aging brain whether right or wrong the arm of the past is strong carries us along can we break the tie… Continue reading Past, or: Perfect

Meandering prose, or: Sinking suspicion

Poetry Partners #11 'Meandering prose', by Jim- of 'TheCommonAtheist' Winding amidst the valleys Of life's twists and turns— Through eddies and pools Often muddled clarity Carves out sweet ramblings— Jim-: https://jimoeba.wordpress.com/ A cleave poem by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ below the heavens, winding amidst the valleys our mortal experience is one of life's… Continue reading Meandering prose, or: Sinking suspicion

My way, or: The highway

A Gogyohka car careening upside down, down the hill, I relaxed; always my nature to accept our lack of control; the car spinning out, smashing into, launching me through the trees couldn't have (for nobody could have) known about the oil spill coating the asphalt highway d’Verse Quadrille #139: 'Closing in on the end of 2021'… Continue reading My way, or: The highway