On my hands, or: In cold blood

An American sentence: Hands bloodied, I grin. Killing mosquitoes brings me cold satisfaction. 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 felt that removing… Continue reading On my hands, or: In cold blood

Looks, swims, quacks, or: Silly goose

A Choka even though I'm blessed even though it gives me pride even for a cause even with kind, friendly folks even for good pay even with a strong union even close to home even at a storied site It feels much like work to me Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Looks, swims, quacks, or: Silly goose

Driven, or: Relaxed

Poetry Partners #120 'People Watcher', a poem by Swathi Rao of 'The Pickle Store' I sit by the window of the bus looking at the world outside, It is a hot summer day and the seat next to me is empty, I find myself staring at the little children when the bus stops, โ€˜How lovely… Continue reading Driven, or: Relaxed

Inspirations, or: Expectations

A Crystalline Some consider each step telling, a beautiful poem of its own. Even the richest depictions of leaves crunching won't please the others. 'Take us, blindfolded, by our hands,' they insist, 'Describe each clod of dirt.' Satisfaction's a hard mistress; she'd have me leading readers off cliffs. What's a Crystalline? A complete couplet. Either… Continue reading Inspirations, or: Expectations

A majority, or: Not likely

An American sentence: How many find their true talents and employ them to their fulfillment? 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 felt… Continue reading A majority, or: Not likely

Whoomp, or: There it is

My 2nd rispetto I chanced upon creative group of poets in a Jewish booth; Thrilled, I could not contain a whoop - Perhaps therein I'd hear some truth! I'd friendships deep with bards afar... But this? The twangs of live guitar? Among like-hearts in Jerusalem My inmost voice professed: I am! P.S. I am offline… Continue reading Whoomp, or: There it is