A Haibun For me, now has already happened, but you are only reading about it now. With my every word, which, from my perspective, I've already written, the present me moves further into the past, until I lose all sight of the person whom I'd been when I first began writing these words. I feel… Continue reading Fairly unfamiliar, or: Gibberish up above
A Choka the past far behind the future long forgotten the present untold resignation a reason and despite efforts at a distant muted life the spirits refuse ignoring all my attempts at evanescence emboldened by memory voices beckoning eyes smiling innocently reaching out past well enough Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Beckoning, or: Forgotten
A shadorma I'm rattled by this serial; how do I cancel the subscription? This rumble strip scene's always on loop. I pivot the car, but I’m not lost; I’m not trying to get my bearings; that was not my ghost in the burbs. I should know. I was never there, never where my eyes see;… Continue reading American life, or: My ghost in the burbs
Poetry Partners #154 'Generations', a poem by Cassa Bassa of 'Flicker of Thoughts' The children left home for the city neon lights Faces filled with endless enthusiasm Brushed off sandburs that caught on their jeans Covered tree scratched wrists with tailored shirts The bell birds by the river sang their farewell They never looked back… Continue reading Generations, or: Learnings
Poetry Partners #107 A poem by Tarlie Francis of 'Bless Me this Morning' Tears Mingle with the drizzled rain, Washing away the pain, Again, and again; As memories of you, Fade away with my youth, To a remote corner Of my essential being. Bless Me this Morning: https://blessmethismorning.wordpress.com/ An Emmett by ben Alexander of ‘The… Continue reading Again, and again, or: How, how, how?
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
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