The Helipad, or: Creativity forms verses

Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they continued their journey together; Sangeetha came up with a fun… Continue reading The Helipad, or: Creativity forms verses

Bitter impasse

The bitter question was engraved on her heart. Indebted to the forest spirit, she remained at the same monstrous impasse: She loved another. Photography by Katerina Plotnikova This piece of flash fiction was written in response to: The Sunday Muse #239; Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: 'indebted'; Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: 'question'; Word of the Day Challenge:… Continue reading Bitter impasse

REBLOG: ‘Crown Shadorma’ by Sylvia Cognac

Poem: On the side She explains their rules Formal dress Ladies first Put down checks in front of men Never fraternize Six a.m. I smile at Adam Fake a grin My boss says I’m lucky to serve rich men I should be grateful I’m grateful For Mister Burton He holds me By the hand Excessive… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Crown Shadorma’ by Sylvia Cognac

Flavors, or: Fingertips

EPIGRAPH: Alex-A few moments ofreading pleasure in returnfor an evening of sensualdelights. Dennis October Bacchanalia1994 -A book inscription on 'The Physiology of Taste' A Sedōka flavors of moonlight our last candlelit evening drips of hot glistening wax fingertips quiver tracing the curves of your quill pulsing flush spreads over me Sedōka? Composed of two sets of 5-7-7… Continue reading Flavors, or: Fingertips

To her, death is quite romantic

d’Verse prosery Raoul snarled, baring his fangs at the guards, but they blocked him stubbornly with their halberds. "The Queen is occupied, General. She…" "She what, you fools!?" he shouted, "Is she with one of her playthings?" The guards exchanged glances but stood firm before the raging vampire, preventing Raoul's entry into the antechamber. With… Continue reading To her, death is quite romantic

Blinded by love, or: Nature’s veil

A limerick Hand in hand in the dark on their tryst, Their kiss nearly missed through the mist. Blinded by love in the woods, Each quickly gave up the goods Cuz nature's veil proved much too hard to resist. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #155 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below… Continue reading Blinded by love, or: Nature’s veil

Fervor, or: Forever

Poetry Partners #132 'Passion', a poem by Tallisman of 'Tallisman Poetry' He recalls the days that they spent together The nights they spent making love, all night Days they thought that would last forever Suddenly seem lost to sight What happened to the people that they once were And how did they get to where… Continue reading Fervor, or: Forever