As some of my WP-friends have noted, my birthday was last week; I turned 43-years-old. 👴🏼 Anyway, I'm not much into celebrating my birthday, but I consider it important to do so for my daughter's sake; and we decided to go out for a late brunch on Friday to a local café that specializes in… Continue reading Turning 120
An American sentence: Hands bloodied, I grin. Killing mosquitoes brings me cold satisfaction. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt that removing… Continue reading On my hands, or: In cold blood
Poetry Partners #121 'On my way to nowhere', a poem by Filipa Moreira da Cruz of 'De Malinha Pronta' Where are you going? Truth be told I don’t have a clue The only thing I am sure Is that I miss you So I keep walking As long as my feet Are not sore As… Continue reading Mary Poppins, or: Oliver Twist
An Octelle Swells, lulls, ripples, captivating; Lazy drifting, bobbing, waiting; Wisps whirl far as eye can see; Fluffy duvet soothes rough sea; Rumbles growl into great roar; Tumble, rise, gasp, more-more-more! Swells, lulls, ripples, captivating; Lazy drifting, bobbing, waiting Octelle eight lines using personification and symbolism in a telling manner; syllabic: 8, 8, 7, 7,… Continue reading Wisps whirl, or: Rumbles growl
A limerick Miz Jelena’s Sweet Potato Pie Draws me so, but I cannot say why. I wonder 'bout the tangy smell... But the woman refuses to tell! "Just, eat some more," she replies with a sigh. d'Verse poetics prompt: Make mine a double-dipper! At d'Verse, poets were encouraged to select at least one of the… Continue reading Savory, or: Sweet
Poetry Partners #95 'Naked and Sacred', by Nick Pipitone of 'Fiction & Ideas' Awakenings come when least expected A freeing of inner tension, an explosion Of color, light back into dull worlds The knot in my stomach is gone Soul connections made Souls fused together Souls finding souls on empty streets Drawn to each other… Continue reading Moonmilk, or: Full and embodied
Poetry Partners #94 'The Shiver of Time', by A. J. Wilson of 'Let's Write...' opening the window I witness existence the vast expanse of sky overwhelms me maneuvering new passageways to its outer limits I am contained by its immensity blown fiercely luminous through the journals of space cover me in the blanket of time… Continue reading Space, or: Time
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