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

Of hot oil, or: The stove

A shadorma unhealthy categorizes every food Papa made including the matzah brie that I so adored Passover was the sizzling hiss of hot oil on the stove crisp matzah, eggs, and hotdogs steaming on our plates mayonnaise was Papa's go-to condiment an Eastern European norm, I guess simple but perfect it's funny (I don't mean… Continue reading Of hot oil, or: The stove

W3 Prompt #31: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Intro Dear friends, Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live on Wednesdays at The Skeptic's Kaddish. You may click here for a fuller explanation of W3; but here's the 'tldr' version: Part I The main ingredient of W3 is a weekly poem written by a Poet of the Week (PoW), which participants respond… Continue reading W3 Prompt #31: Wea’ve Written Weekly

The rustle, or: Swishing

An ekphrastic shadorma long unclothed boughs expose posh homes; the rustle that distracts but a young housemaid's apron strings shyly swish-swish d'Verse poetics: The Landscape Sleeps At d'Verse, writers are encouraged to select one of four paintings and write an ekphrastic poem (in any style or form) inspired by that work of art. I selected… Continue reading The rustle, or: Swishing

Rooted, or: Eager

A shadorma this office- I haven't grown up -these walls grew around me- my plant's growing towards me rooted but eager Tanka Tuesday For #TankaTuesday, Colleen Chesebro invites writers to share their days in syllabic poems. All we have to do is take a photo and write a syllabic poem about this day, as we… Continue reading Rooted, or: Eager

Breakfast, or: Afternoon

A 'Shadorma' I teach my child to think about words; to break them apart. I say, "Breakfast is 'breaking' your 'fast' when you wake." My child bursts with unexpected insights. One morning, at breakfast, she exclaims, "after- -noon is 'after' 'noon'!" ‘What do you see’ Prompt #161 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offers this… Continue reading Breakfast, or: Afternoon

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

Things, or: Multitudes

Poetry Partners #129 'things I kept for you', a prose poem by 'musingsbymac' some things I kept for you (and only you): a toothbrush in my medicine cabinet, extra bottles of Montepulciano, a bedroom bucket list, weekly laundered bedsheets, refrigerator grapes, mirror selfies, chocolate Häagen–Dazs, a homemade birthday token, half & half creamer, the series… Continue reading Things, or: Multitudes