Well, or: Aware

A duodora I'm well aware of life's fragility; it would take only the tiniest nudge of fate to push one out onto the street to seek shelter from the elements under a worn awning. I'm well aware of the privilege that comes with looking out a morning window; sipping a freshly brewed coffee; having a… Continue reading Well, or: Aware

W3 Prompt #36: Weaโ€™ve Written Weekly

Intro Dear friends, Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live on Wednesdays at The Skeptic's Kaddish. You may click here for a fuller explanation of W3; but here's the 'tldr' version: Part I The main ingredient of W3 is a weekly poem written by a Poet of the Week (PoW), which participants respond… Continue reading W3 Prompt #36: Weaโ€™ve Written Weekly

You, or: Me

Near year's end Only the most tenacious Victims of the biting drifts Endure at the neglected Margins of society Bearing [witness to] icy indifference Even as they huddle, shivering, Ravaged by rejection W3 poetry prompt This verse was written in response to Paula Light's W3 poetry prompt, which was to write an acrostic poem with… Continue reading You, or: Me

Fitted, or: Appropriate

An American sentence: Laundering the old, soiled fitted sheet did not take out its ugly tear. 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 Fitted, or: Appropriate

Loose change, or: Nothing changes

An American sentence: An old man lies on a bench, hand stretched out, cupping a pile of loose change. 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… Continue reading Loose change, or: Nothing changes

Invisible, or: People

Poetry Partners #88 'Green Park Benches', a poem by J. P. of 'The Poetry Of J.P.' Old bearded men drifting in the alleys of night have died with the sunset and as I have overlooked their bodies beneath green park benches and bridges they too have overlooked my feet passing quietly by as the waitress… Continue reading Invisible, or: People

Bee bread, or: Battered

Dedication This tanka prose is dedicated to the inimitable Shira Destinie Jones who has committed her life to developing a sustainable societal framework to provide a basic safety net for each and every child. Tanka prose A safer, empathetic, and sustainable global society in which each person has food, shelter, education, and health care, at… Continue reading Bee bread, or: Battered

Muddied, or: Bloodied

A Compound Word Verse Raised in trailer by drunk mother, kids treated him like another dumb mudsill. Thinking he'd never be a has, for many years he got by as a mudlark. Resentful, angry, jealous, spurned, ran with the mob, and thus he earned much mudsack. Rose to power by dint of fate, simple folk… Continue reading Muddied, or: Bloodied