Whispered prayers, or: Legions

Poetry Partners #83 'When You Choose War' a poem by Rosemary McMahan of 'Spirit Reflections' ... you cannot stop the Lenten roseโ€™s pale white blossoms from unfurling nor can you command the pink-tinged buds of tulip trees to fold inward. When you choose war, know that the grass still greens in spring, the titmouse seeks… Continue reading Whispered prayers, or: Legions

With and for the hope of your nation

dโ€™Verse prosery During these darkest days, child, you must allow yourself to talk what you please of future spring; and sun-warmโ€™d sweet tomorrow will, in this very way, become reality. Yes, the Russians invaded your home and murdered your family; they've raped and tortured your neighbors; they've decimated your city. Yes, much of your country… Continue reading With and for the hope of your nation

War paint, or: Theater

A rant poem in blank verse Paint yourself an angel's innocent white Paint yourself enraged, indignant orange Paint your enemies black-hearted scoundrels Paint your opposition green and guileful Paint [false] former allies yellow-bellied Paint massive war machines brown in thick mud Paint streets red with dead civilians' blood Paint yourself into a corner. Spew hate… Continue reading War paint, or: Theater

A lining of silver, or: A heart of gold

Poetry Partners #68 'a lining of silver', a poem by Jeff Flesch of 'Develop. Inspire. Transform.' I sit atop a tower, looking down at the flowers briar, calling to me at all hours it is beauty seen in the myriad contours and folds of lifeโ€™s road โ€” gold and shining in the afternoon sun, watching… Continue reading A lining of silver, or: A heart of gold

The Pathya Vat, or: Form verses creativity

Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person spontaneously began writing verses back and forth to one another over the Internet. Their first poetry project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their oeuvre, the two decided to continue their creative… Continue reading The Pathya Vat, or: Form verses creativity

The language of my home, or: Ruined

Sevenling (Russian was) Russian was always the language of my home and continues to be cuz my wife's from Russia; it's opened doors for me; it's broadened my world. Over the past decade, I've educated Russian speakers; visited family and friends in Russia; discovered Russian folk rock music by Otava Yo. Has Putin ruined all… Continue reading The language of my home, or: Ruined

Mud, Enforce, or: Empire

This year, I am attempting to become active on Twitter after having created an account last year to post 365 micropoems. Among other things, this means I will be responding to Twitter poetry prompts. Initially, I wasn't planning on x-posting those here, but then I realized: if I don't save my Twitter poems elsewhere, I'll… Continue reading Mud, Enforce, or: Empire

Brute, Anytime, or: Petty

This year, I am attempting to become active on Twitter after having created an account last year to post 365 micropoems. Among other things, this means I will be responding to Twitter poetry prompts. Initially, I wasn't planning on x-posting those here, but then I realized: if I don't save my Twitter poems elsewhere, I'll… Continue reading Brute, Anytime, or: Petty