The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea. -Karen Blixen (1885 – 1962) For WQW this week, we are encouraged to write about a memorable trip; but, to be honest, I'm rather a homebody. In fact, for years, when my daughter was very little, I resisted going to the beach with… Continue reading The cure for anything
An American sentence: Squinting, a slender girl stops searching the murky sea for her glasses. 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… Continue reading Foreseen, or: Farsighted
An American sentence: Her dad beams, as his child teaches herself to swim without a kickboard. 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… Continue reading Dare, or: Truth
A haibun My wife loves going to the beach; and she's bred this love into our daughter. Personally, I'm less about the sand, salty water, and heat; but I've become amenable to joining them on beach mini-vacations. Our last such trip was to Haifa last year; and our daughter was thrilled to play with us… Continue reading The wind, or: The waves
A magnetic sijo created with Original Magnetic Poetry kit wind blows live blues mist spray languid music plays over diamond lake rainstorm rock symphony pounds through waters in a lather delirious, she moans with lust in sweaty dreams swims aching 'Ronovan Writes' poetry challenge Sijo Wednesday #1 Ronovan encourages poets to write sijos that include… Continue reading Blues mist spray, or: Rainstorm rock symphony
A haibun I am not prone to extreme emotions, tending to be fairly even-keeled, although I must confess to the occasional outburst of frustration. Rarely do I experience what I would call joy, which I perceive as a very powerful emotion, related to but distinct from happiness and contentment. Joy, for me, comes at moments… Continue reading Controlled temperature, or: Swimming pool
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