Humanity hadn’t heeded

The desolated houses were all variations of the same story; those that had weathered the bombings had been abandoned to the elements many years ago. Pealing paint, rusted kitchen appliances, splintered chairs and couches, tattered silk cushions… Humanity hadn't heeded its prophets. Burdie sighed as she adjusted her worn gas mask and checked her remaining… Continue reading Humanity hadn’t heeded

Fragile flakes, or: Ashen death

A haibun I'm sorry. I am. As the father of a little girl, I strive to remain upbeat, but on most days I'm only managing this outwardly. 'Cherry Blossoms,' you suggest, Frank? Charred corpses and the white ashes of a nuclear holocaust. I see children's faces melting off and their bones crumbling. Writing this doesn't… Continue reading Fragile flakes, or: Ashen death

Dark portent, or: Timeworn bottle

A quadrille (44 words) Torn up streets; thick weeds; heavy smell of musk; Long covered for ages by toxic vapor. Survivors? They're living in benighted dusk; None alive have known a sheet of paper. A child in deerskins spurts towards shaman’s tent, Clutching timeworn bottle, fearing dark portent. d’Verse Quadrille #148 The above poem is… Continue reading Dark portent, or: Timeworn bottle

The Ottava Rima, 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 Ottava Rima, or: Form verses creativity