Pen, or: Quill

Poetry Partners #143 A poem by Kevin L. Perrin of 'Penultimate' For the first time, frustration halts the pen. Above my blind, the duckless sky laughs at my shotgun, my eager eye. I row the page home, empty and white- then write about finding insight in sight. Kevin L. Perrin: https://kevinperrin.wordpress.com/ An abhanga by ben… Continue reading Pen, or: Quill

Intro, or: Retrospective

A haibun The Jewish New Year always comes in the autumn. I've always taken this for granted; but, this year, this month, this week, today, suddenly, it strikes me that this is counterintuitive. Spring is the season of growth and rebirth, is it not, whereas autumn leads to deadness? Lightning hits; air crackles; a thought… Continue reading Intro, or: Retrospective

To believe, or: Heaven leans on earth

A Cleave poem in the form of two Shadormas as I age rhythms shiftover endful days whetting my sensestransformed by a wisdomexisting beyond mein the perceived universe calling unrelentinglyI've come to believe heaven leans on earth How to read a cleave poem? Simply: Read the left hand poem as a first discrete poem.Read the right… Continue reading To believe, or: Heaven leans on earth

I’m choosing to fail at Twitter

Success on any social media platform, including a blogging platform like WordPress, requires building relationships with other users. Here, on WordPress, where I am very active, I have formed warm relationships with other writers around the world; but on Twitter, where I don't engage much with others, I have failed to do so. That's why… Continue reading I’m choosing to fail at Twitter

Unimaginable to tender minds

dโ€™Verse prosery In every generation, words were left unspoken between parents and children. Some, unimaginable to tender minds. Some elders harbored the traumas of their youths to their families' detriments in ultimately futile attempts to protect them. Others remained incapable of acknowledging, let alone processing, the damage they'd suffered. These were the most dangerous. Beaten… Continue reading Unimaginable to tender minds

The abyss, or: Essence

Poetry Partners #65 A poem by Vedran Markovic of 'Frog Machinery' Falling falling falling, Can't stop falling. You see the stars, They slowly fade. You see the clouds, They dissipate. You fall through the sky, The blue fades away. You hit the ground, Don't stop now. Break through ground, Flying by the roots. Begin to… Continue reading The abyss, or: Essence

Creation, or: Chaos

A monotetra Verse comes in sheets of driving rain. Thoughts pitter-pat ceaseless refrain. Soaked through, my soul's washed clean of pain. Words keep me sane. Words keep me sane. While mind floats, buoyed by the flow, The heart absorbs what none can know. In foggy depths, rare insights glow. They're birthed just so. They're birthed… Continue reading Creation, or: Chaos