Music, or: Magic

A Choka white wire untangled jack pops into computer earbuds muffle sounds eyes scan music videos fingers scroll scroll click boom thump twang boom boom thump twang lalalalala external voices silenced nanananana internal voices silenced lalalalala disquiet bucks contentment dadadadada still- thoughts sharpen and converge po-po-po-po-poetry Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Music, or: Magic

The dark icicles

The end was nigh, but Rico didn't care. Just yesterday, he'd sat waiting saplessly, the dark icicles growing over his heart. His enchanted instrument had fallen into a perpetual cycle of disrepair and repair, just as the witch doctor had warned it would, and its upkeep was becoming increasingly expensive. The musician smiled ruefully at… Continue reading The dark icicles

Once known as Baby Bubbles

Once known as Baby Bubbles, the sibilance of her childhood lisp had precluded a successful career in her family's jazz singing tradition. Dejected, she'd turned to busking instead. Singer & Songwriter Michal Elia Kamal (image source) This piece of flash fiction was written in response to: The Sunday Muse #222;Fandangoโ€™s One-Word Challenge: 'tradition';Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: 'bubbles';Sammi… Continue reading Once known as Baby Bubbles

God, or: Hell’s denizens

Poetry Partners #87 'Speaking to God', a poem by George Ellington of 'Gaelic Dreams' speak to God, he said to me speakingly sing in prayerful praise: thus honest and whole wholesomely sounding cords that only a reverent voice can calm yet loving attain but this, i said, is my voice voyaging beyond this selfโ€” how… Continue reading God, or: Hell’s denizens

The Waltz Wave, 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 Waltz Wave, or: Form verses creativity

Blues, or: Soul

Poetry Partners #77 'With tears from dear', a poem by Henry Mworia of 'Veteran Writes' Emotions say you are a stranger. Alone I must be they tell me. Being apart will stop my heart. Drizzling notions of doubt or despair Rain at a pace similar to no other. Iโ€™m unable to see you split in… Continue reading Blues, or: Soul

Soaring out into the sky

Her father was a world-renowned yodeler from Switzerland; and her mother played electric guitar in a heavy metal band; but the child was born mute and would cringe at even the slightest noise. Considered a freak and largely ignored, she kept to her bedroom, magically bringing shadow-birds to life and sending them soaring out into… Continue reading Soaring out into the sky

The piano ainโ€™t got no wrong notes

Those who want to know what sound goes into my music should come to NY and open their ears.-Thelonius Monk (1917 โ€“ 1982) Son, I couldn't give you the recipe even if I wanted to. I compose my pieces with a formula that I created myself. The only cats worth anything are the cats that take… Continue reading The piano ainโ€™t got no wrong notes