The road to hell, or: Blinded by love

A reverse double 'Tetractys' Love is no less likely to hurt than heal; the road to hell is paved with purest love. Hell's walking a tightrope, blinded by love; one bound to such relationships knows hell. W3 poetry prompt This reverse double 'Tetractys' poem was written for D. Avery's W3 poetry prompt: Write a ‘Tetractys’; A… Continue reading The road to hell, or: Blinded by love

Holy war! or: Holy cow!

A 'Septolet' Kadyrov supports Russia's supposed “jihad” against Ukraine. Carlson accuses USA of "jihad" against Russia. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.

Tree corpse, or: Ship of dreams

Trees find purchase in human remains; Some lush, some losing their leaves, some bare; but Screw the symbolism! Am I right? Or was I A seven-year-old, devastated When his beloved tree corpse, Ship of dreams and fantasy voyages to outer space, Was barbarously hacked down in cold sap For being Unsafe, supposedly; In seventh grade,… Continue reading Tree corpse, or: Ship of dreams

Ded Moroz, or: Santa Claus

An American sentence: Unlike Santa Claus, Ded Moroz wears outfits of various colors. Ded Moroz (Grandfather Frost) Santa Claus and Ded Moroz have several superficial similarities: they’re old white men with long white beards, wearing heavy coats with white trim, giving out presents to the good little children... Nonetheless, Ded Moroz has a few distinctly… Continue reading Ded Moroz, or: Santa Claus

Sea, or: Sky

Today marks the Jewish holiday of Purim, one major theme of which is the Hebrew phrase 'nahafokh hu' (נַהֲפוֹךְ הוּא), which, loosely translated, means 'it was turned to the contrary'. This comes to us from a particular verse in the Book of Esther (9:1): וּבִשְׁנֵים עָשָׂר חֹדֶשׁ הוּא-חֹדֶשׁ אֲדָר, בִּשְׁלוֹשָׁה עָשָׂר יוֹם בּוֹ, אֲשֶׁר הִגִּיעַ… Continue reading Sea, or: Sky

Härfågel, or: Hoopoe

‘War Poetry’ – a d’Verse poetics prompt OOOP! OOOP! OOOP! OOOP! your haunting calls, dire warnings ere impending falls, unheeding ape-men charging tall, ignoring farsighted soarings OOOP! OOOP! OOOP! OOOP! you've studied death, counted those countless muddied breaths, swooping, swiping with bloodied sneath, men's legions life-and-limbless OOOP! OOOP! OOOP! OOOP! this hallowed Land, sought endlessly… Continue reading Härfågel, or: Hoopoe

Eagle, or: Hoopoe

A haibun My response to d'Verse's prompt for Haibun Monday: 'Eagle' As an adult, I left the United States of America. but the United States of America never left me. I have a graduate degree in US public policy; and I lived and worked in Washington, DC for three years. To this day, I continue… Continue reading Eagle, or: Hoopoe