Musketeers, or: Rapier

A Cadralor In the form of 5 Kimos firm, familiar keys clacking images stinging sweat drips from the brow inner eye unblinking giving in to riffing rhythm therein thrilling in little ripples rivulets revealing sound suffuses syllables so smoothly euphony feels soft and sure cacophony quite crisp words rife with densely packaged symbolism hissing out… Continue reading Musketeers, or: Rapier

Floor, or: Ceiling

My 2nd kyrielle Kyrielle's rhyme scheme's open, but Three verses is (they say!) the floor. Still, I have come to heed my gut: Few verses are quite often more. I felt doubtful of short forms once; Epics seemed to pack louder roar... Now I know micros aren't runts! Few verses are quite often more. May… Continue reading Floor, or: Ceiling