Last phone call, or: Blue stained glass

Poetry Partners #110 'Last Phone Call', a poem by Mary Anne Abdo of 'Blue Stained Glass' One call, four lines. "Dad, can you hear us?" "Mom is outside of your bedroom window. She wants to say, 'Hello!'" Hearing his wife banging on the window, "Marty can you hear me?" Only an inaudible acknowledgement rang over… Continue reading Last phone call, or: Blue stained glass

Twitter poetry 2021: Week 44

My blogger-poet-friend Ingrid inspired me to create a Twitter account and start writing #APoemADay, which I began on January 1, 2021. This week, I posted a series of tricubes to Twitter, which I wrote a while ago... Actually, I'm thrilled to say that I've completed my full year's worth of micropoems for 2021, meaning that I no longer have… Continue reading Twitter poetry 2021: Week 44

Perfectionism, or: Poetry

A tricube best viewed on blogย (not WP reader) I know, I know, I know, I know, I live, knowing perfection is merely illusion; still, I must write just so Tricube rules: Each line contains three syllables.Each stanza contains three lines.Each poem contains three stanzas.

Languages, or: Identities

A tricube best viewed on blog (not WP reader) I am most empowered in English. ะกั‡ะธั‚ะฐัŽ ั‡ั‚ะพ ั€ัƒััะบะธะน ั‚ะพะถะต ะผะพะน. | | | I feel that Russian is also mine. ืขื‘ืจื™ืช, ื”ื™ื ืฉื™ื™ื›ืช ืœืขืžื™. | | | Hebrew, she belongs to my people. Tricube rules: Each line contains three syllables.Each stanza contains three lines.Each poem… Continue reading Languages, or: Identities