Misguided, or: Missiles

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

Playgrounds, or: Battlegrounds

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.

War paint, or: Theater

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

The language of my home, or: Ruined

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

Mud, Enforce, or: Empire

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

Sore muscles, or: Sore losers

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

Darkling, or: Benighted

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 didnโ€™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