Force quit, or: No! I won’t go to bed!

Poetry Partners #34 A poem by Cindy Georgakas of 'Unique Times with Cindy' Force Quit wires crossed, keyboard crashed Undo won’t do the trick, Hit the off button Take a break Voices over flowing No time to meditate Insides fried Overload Data stored… not found Storage full Plastic bouncing more money needed Pick from a… Continue reading Force quit, or: No! I won’t go to bed!

Dive, or: Drown

Poetry Partners #30 'Dive', a poem by Martha Anewa of 'a young writer's mind' Time to dive into the words you spoke to me, The day you told me you loved me and I thought it was a lie, How little of love I knew back then, Now I'm drowning in the fountain of love.… Continue reading Dive, or: Drown

I gift my words, or: Whisper… ‘possibility’

Poetry Partners #24 A poem by Madamchryzl of 'Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes' My gift of words I submit to you... Characters assembled depicting a phonetic view... To you, I gift my words, though they may be few... Madamchryzl: A magnetic Sijo by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ Created with Magnetic… Continue reading I gift my words, or: Whisper… ‘possibility’

Forgetfulness, or: Oblivion

Poetry Partners #19 'Forgetfulness', a poem by bodypositivefemme of 'Ann_Within' I dropped what does not swim In a bottle a boat The note from start A thought to keep A piece of body felt, the part I ripped From the person you once loved It could not forgive Or erase the touch of life And… Continue reading Forgetfulness, or: Oblivion

By chance, or: Choice

Poetry Partners #17 An American Sentence by Coco of 'un p❜tit je ne sais quoi' what i savor came with prize not by accident but by you provoked Coco: A waltmarie by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ (comprised of 5 American Sentences) 'What,' ponder lonely people, 'chemistry gives birth to lasting friendships?' Came… Continue reading By chance, or: Choice

The prince, or: The pauper

Poetry Partners #14 A poem by varityteller of 'Truth and Recovery' I'd give much too much to get the fairytale back, But I know it would still turn into nightmares of black. I'd lie to myself one more time; Drink deeply of the honeyed wine, Ensnare myself again and cut you some slack. I want… Continue reading The prince, or: The pauper

Getting my prose on… (kinda, sorta)

I was going to write a blog post about my six-year-old daughter's fear of death; and then I wrote a poem about it [instead]. That's not to say that I've entirely abandoned the idea, as there's a lot for me to say on the matter, but... it's been hard for me to make progress on… Continue reading Getting my prose on… (kinda, sorta)

The footbridge, or: Overarching

Poetry Partners #4 'The Footbridge', a poem by Michael L. Utley of 'Silent Pariah' That derelict footbridge Has finally failed Stranding us on Opposite shores Of the abyss Words Like rotted planks Litter the gorge Below Desires and dreams Dashed Upon indifferent rocks Silence is all I hear from you Subdued echoes Of regret Perish… Continue reading The footbridge, or: Overarching