A limerick No to Russia's indefensible war! No to those thieving, barbarous corps! No, Mister Putin, No matter Kremlin spin, We know full well that Ukraine isn't yours! d'Verse poetics: No! Vember At d'Verse, writers were encouraged to either: Take a line from the poem 'November' by Thomas Hood and use it as springboard for… Continue reading Misguided, or: Missiles
A 'Septolet' A Russian missile hits a Ukrainian playground. Putin declares: "No regrets about Russia's actions." 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.
A rant poem in blank verse Paint yourself an angel's innocent white Paint yourself enraged, indignant orange Paint your enemies black-hearted scoundrels Paint your opposition green and guileful Paint [false] former allies yellow-bellied Paint massive war machines brown in thick mud Paint streets red with dead civilians' blood Paint yourself into a corner. Spew hate… Continue reading War paint, or: Theater
Sevenling (Russian was) Russian was always the language of my home and continues to be cuz my wife's from Russia; it's opened doors for me; it's broadened my world. Over the past decade, I've educated Russian speakers; visited family and friends in Russia; discovered Russian folk rock music by Otava Yo. Has Putin ruined all… Continue reading The language of my home, or: Ruined
This year, I am attempting to become active on Twitter after having created an account last year to post 365 micropoems. Among other things, this means I will be responding to Twitter poetry prompts. Initially, I wasn't planning on x-posting those here, but then I realized: if I don't save my Twitter poems elsewhere, I'll… Continue reading Mud, Enforce, or: Empire
A haibun I, like much of the world, cannot get my mind off of Vladimir Putin's recent and most hubristic of follies: attacking Russia's neighbor Ukraine. The new, emerging global realignment portends a dreadful reality for all of humanity, but especially for Putin's own country; and I cringe inwardly as I write this, for my… Continue reading Sore muscles, or: Sore losers
An American sentence in 10 words: Only explosions and faces of tyrants brighten today's #darkling world. https://twitter.com/kaddish_s/status/1497203985018675203 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.… Continue reading Darkling, or: Benighted