Dark yellow, or: Jaded

Poetry Partners #97 'Dark Yellow', a poem by Kathy Labrum McVittie of 'writingpresence' Tomorrow she will die again Slip-sighing into eternity And I will catch my breath again At the shrill of the phone in the night. Tomorrow she will lie again, Becalmed in a sea of flowers And I won’t know How to cope… Continue reading Dark yellow, or: Jaded

Abandoned, or: Never finished

Poetry Partners #81 'Letter to a friend', a poem by Filipa Moreira da Cruz of 'De Malinha Pronta' Dear friend, I’m counting the days for Spring to come You know I dislike Winter time If you were here, we could stroll on the beach Feeling free and released Have I told you that I have… Continue reading Abandoned, or: Never finished

As the light faded slowly

Ever so tenderly and with devoted reverence, Neeraj approached his beloved Aarav and pet his friend's face, as the light slowly faded from the ancient, gentle elephant's luminous golden eyes. This piece of flash fiction was written in response to: The Sunday Muse #208;Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #257

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

Am, Are, or: Always

no doors in walls to Keep out fear just: Look and See, but no walls there... once structures, now Convulsing lines there's Is, there's Was, less timeless rhymes no what, no I, but only Am Am Flail for textures; Whisper, "damn..." unbearable, Am's Feels Are Galled Walled in, Crawling, no space at all! nouns swiftly… Continue reading Am, Are, or: Always

Together, or: Eventually

A concrete poem better viewed on blog (not WP reader) there you are stretching upwards and sideways squirming wriggling everywhere going nowhere even the walls are beyond you are trapped in a narrow cup going nowhere but down down down and out eventually but we do have a bit of time together, don't we? stay… Continue reading Together, or: Eventually

How much suffering would I endure?

... my younger brother sensed that our father was not long for this world. He noted my father’s health problems... and the sadness in my father’s eyes. He noted my father’s fatalistic daily behaviors and approach to life...-Me, 'The Skeptic's Kaddish' #6, Sept. 14, 2018 I wrote the above in one of my earliest posts… Continue reading How much suffering would I endure?

Personal growth through others’ stories

As much as I have been cranking out poetry recently and will probably continue to do so for the foreseeable future, I can never put my grief over my Papa's death out of my mind. That was the catalyst for this blog, which began with my Skeptic's Kaddish series, written during my first year of… Continue reading Personal growth through others’ stories