Free-floating, or: Fleshliness

A Cleave poem in the form of two Shadormas bodiless unrestrainedfloating up above by sick fleshlinessobserving what had beenwith clear-eyed consciousnessunderstanding life's veiled truths apprehending past misstepsone ought feel ashamed of a careless life How to read a cleave poem? Simply: Read the left hand poem as a first discrete poem. Read the right hand… Continue reading Free-floating, or: Fleshliness

The calm, or: The storm

A sijo I am not more motivated, nor am I happier; The anxiety medication is clearly working well; I can soberly observe my flaws better than ever before Sijo? A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46 syllables. Each line contains a pause near… Continue reading The calm, or: The storm

My eyes, or: My true self

Poetry Partners #123 'My Eyes', a 'Quadrille' (44 words) by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris of 'Gypsie's Writings, Musings, Quotes & Poetry' Laying alone in my recliner hard to move now My eyes see everything yet my eyes see nothing at all Vivid memories bombard my mind while I canโ€™t remember what day it is Still my… Continue reading My eyes, or: My true self

The real deal, or: The rizzle dizzle

Poetry Partners #117 'The Real Me', a poem by Hadizat Motherconfessor I munch burgers of creativity, I don't care. I give credit, I don't hate. I fiddle with the nipples of life, I don't stick. I pay serving waitress, I don't free. I sail ocean distress. I am bullet; I harm! I don't kill. Hadizat… Continue reading The real deal, or: The rizzle dizzle

His death, or: My life

An American Sentence: Papa's death led to my self-actualization as a writer. Another American Sentence I dare say Papa would be proud at how I've changed my life since he died. A third American Sentence I find myself writing less and less about Papa as days go by. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor… Continue reading His death, or: My life

Frail days, or: Whelming

A limerick On my frail days, life's a whale of a fail. Basic emails weigh like heavy travails. Raising up grail of peace, I can't avail of release, for, ailed and pale, I forget to exhale. โ€˜What do you seeโ€™ Prompt #130 For Sadjeโ€™s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below (taken by Matt Barringer) as inspiration for writers… Continue reading Frail days, or: Whelming

How much, or: Yourself

An American sentence: How much of yourself have you given up to belong? Was it worth it? 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.… Continue reading How much, or: Yourself

Just a number? or: Late to my party

Sevenling (At twenty) At twenty, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life; at thirty, I was excited to pursue my dreams; at forty, I felt broken. At twenty, I was studying engineering in college; at thirty, I was studying Torah in Israel; at forty, I studied my belly button. Fifty?… Continue reading Just a number? or: Late to my party