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
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
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
I recently received the following note from a poet I greatly admire: I really want to submit a poem to you from my blog, but I am debating whether any of my work is worthy enough to be featured. Can you be brutally honest with me and let me know if my longer poems are… Continue reading A note of encouragement for poets
An American sentence In warm embrace, my context dissolves. It's thus I encounter 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… Continue reading Soul, or: Solid
A Sevenling (All my life) All my life, I’ve resisted others’ standards; I’ve avoided taking a stand; I’ve never figured out how do both. Notwithstanding my accursed inability to understand my inner workings, I am; I love; I write. I cannot stand life's endless standby, but so it goes. d'Verse: a Quadrille The above sevenling… Continue reading Standards notwithstanding, or: Drivel
My first Octo Through & through, ever feeling strange Parts, confused, will not be arranged Drawn, still, by illusion of change Something defiant at my core Demanding utter acceptance Drawn, still, by illusion of change Parts, confused, will not be arranged Through & through, ever feeling strange I love trying out new forms of poetry,… Continue reading Change, or: Defiance
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