Red rum, or: Ink wells

A kyrielle Every body drained of its blood, He came to be known as the Leech. While screams filled his mind like a flood, He quilled stirring ballads for each. For months, he'd observe them closely, Even learned their manners of speech. They were local heroes, mostly; He quilled stirring ballads for each. He would… Continue reading Red rum, or: Ink wells

‘Poets of Babel’ in Jerusalem!

Poets in Jerusalem? Yes, poets in Jerusalem! How (and I do mean HOW) cool is this? Through WordPress, I have come across a fellow poet in Jerusalem! Her name is Shoshana Sarah; and (even better!) she organizes multilingual poetry readings in Jerusalem. Her poetry group is called 'Poets of Babel', and it meets several times… Continue reading ‘Poets of Babel’ in Jerusalem!

Readers, or: Reading

An American sentence My declining readership is reading more of my posts than ever. 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… Continue reading Readers, or: Reading

Poet, or: Daddy

An American sentence Better poet than father, deftly, I articulate my self-doubt. 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 the… Continue reading Poet, or: Daddy