Fraying kerchief, or: Nuclear power stations

A Cento-style poem Fraying kerchief, caked brown with faded woes Cap left lying on my desk When she zips her jacket Engages us all with love Strings shyly swish-swish Mine to enjoy finally There at the bus stop Nuclear power stations Rooted but eager To flavor our lives Your end is a story like the… Continue reading Fraying kerchief, or: Nuclear power stations

REBLOG: ‘Sleep Writing’ by Yassy Khan

Poem: Poems whisper to me as I prepare for bed Like a lullaby I hear them in my head I fall asleep holding my notebook tight Clutch my pen feeling the ink glowing bright I dream I am writing in my slumber But when awake I can’t remember To capture elusive words that run asunder… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Sleep Writing’ by Yassy Khan

Brilliant verses, or: Childlike wonder

An American sentence: The most brilliant verses intoxicate us with childlike wonder. 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 Brilliant verses, or: Childlike wonder

For worse, or: Better

A limerick I solemnly swear that I am up to no good, And given the hour, this ought be understood... One cannot expect more of me Until my brain's had its coffee- Else sweet verses shan't flow as they should. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #157 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo… Continue reading For worse, or: Better

Poet moon, or: A soul softly

Poetry Partners #125 'Poet moon', a poem by Rob Kistner of 'Image & Verse' Ride the moon light the poet’s lamp explore the secret realm of rhyme ride the moon to seek the magic that glistens there like stardust in the folds of time Image & Verse: https://www.image-verse.com/ A Cherita by ben Alexander of ‘The… Continue reading Poet moon, or: A soul softly

Bukowski, or: Runoff

The next line is the worst garbage He snorts this Curse nursing it for the worse as Synapses across lobes stretch for one Another crackling in the charge Of words; bursting thoughts Powder trail across dots As shot through two barrels He's being held Over one bound by metal heaving Retching Wretched bromide He snorts… Continue reading Bukowski, or: Runoff

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