The Myth of Sisyphus, or: Full circle

An American sentence: I can't make peace with the irreparably broken within myself. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’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 The Myth of Sisyphus, or: Full circle

You, or: No one else

Poetry Partners #185 A poem by Melissa Lemay of 'Mom with a Blog' Be yourself with egg on your face; in the dark; naked by the pool. Be yourself under the stars on the wings of Falkor. No one else has that same dimple on their left cheek; no one else’s freckles spot the same.… Continue reading You, or: No one else

REBLOG: ‘Pieces of Me’ by Maggie Watson

I. Pieces of me. Blowing in the wind, like the petals from a flower or the leaves from a tree. Look around, and you will find. Pieces of me. II. I have given parts of myself too freely in the past. My body, my heart. Now I am nothing more than an empty shell lying… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Pieces of Me’ by Maggie Watson

REBLOG: ‘In Plain Sight’ by Kerfe Roig

Poem: if I could unknit, remove these protective layers—un knot the tangled breach—release all I think I know, return to pause—recollecting, listening to the air breathing in voices, called by the resonance of forest songs, expanding into organic wondering– (time knows its own creations– unburdened by clocks, the display of exactitude)– instead, re placing all… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘In Plain Sight’ by Kerfe Roig

The Violette, or: Creativity verses form

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 decided to continue their journey together; and Sangeetha came up… Continue reading The Violette, or: Creativity verses form

Good, evil, or: Just- honest

Sevenling (The hill I) The hill I want to die on is- bare; perfectly smooth; smack in the middle of the lion enclosure. The lions are- mighty; single-minded; penned up inside my mind. Neither good, nor evil; just- honest. Sevenling Lines one to three should contain three connected or contrasting statements, or a list of… Continue reading Good, evil, or: Just- honest

Not in Random Access Memory, or: Deeper

A quadrille too slow force reboot wait; log in again defrag your hard drive sit; hands upon your head eyes closed; run the algorithm browse through those docs and jpgs it's in you; not in random access memory elsewhere; deeper; older; ah! click that folder cry ‘What do you see’ Prompt #136 For Sadje’s weekly… Continue reading Not in Random Access Memory, or: Deeper

Roll, or: Eyes

A sijo Personalities don't change with age; we learn to hide our crazy. Enthusiastic and excited every single time, the world and I both roll our eyes and take me with a pinch of salt. 'Ronovan Writes' poetry challenge Sijo Wednesday #11 Ronovan encourages poets to use the word 'excitement' as their inspiration, as either… Continue reading Roll, or: Eyes