The gushing rush of words

An American paragraph* (an experimental form) Tired to the point of his brain shutting down, he couldn't focus at all. Poetry, it seemed, wouldn't be forthcoming until he got some sleep. However, sleep was quite elusive these days, for he dreamed in verses. That was always agitating, causing him to clench his teeth at night.… Continue reading The gushing rush of words

A note of encouragement for poets

I recently received the following note from a poet I greatly admire: I really want to submit a poem to you from my blog, but I am debating whether any of my work is worthy enough to be featured. Can you be brutally honest with me and let me know if my longer poems are… Continue reading A note of encouragement for poets

Overcast, or: Undercast

Poetry Partners #55 A poem by M Jay Dixit of 'September heart-to-hearts' Another day's been laid to waste Sunshine seems so far away Dark clouds linger on Crying from time to time a melancholic rain. I can't remember my face Mirrors show a reflection I hate and my thoughts are so grey, so low and… Continue reading Overcast, or: Undercast

We are, each of us, life’s canvases

dโ€™Verse prosery Friends, today we aspire to be poems, rather than to write or read them. Tune in to the rhythms of your heart beats and breaths; experience the air, its temperature and direction; take in the colors and shapes of your surroundings. Your senses produce letterless words; heed the language of being; listen to… Continue reading We are, each of us, life’s canvases

Sometimes, or: Very rarely

An American sentence: Sometimes I'm not inclined to verse but find myself counting syllables. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didnโ€™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… Continue reading Sometimes, or: Very rarely

Forcing myself to submit my poems for publication

Oh, the irony... I accept submissions of poems from other writers at The Skeptic's Kaddish, but, ironically, I have never submitted any of my own poems for publication. True, one of my poems was published in Masticadores India, but that was only because Terveen Gill, the editor, was kind enough to extend an invitation to… Continue reading Forcing myself to submit my poems for publication

Servants, or: Masters

An American sentence: With true poets, it's hard to know whether words are servants or masters. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didnโ€™t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He… Continue reading Servants, or: Masters