A 'Wiggle Waggle' poem Never much cared for fashion; Never thought to wear a handkerchief; A casual guy, None took me for fly; Reflection and thought were my passions- Inner matters of the heart. My father's eyes weren't dry When he tucked you into my jacket- Performed this action With feigned dispassion; I knew him… Continue reading Feigned dispassion, or: The eve of my wedding
Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they continued their journey together; Sangeetha came up with a fun… Continue reading The Wiggle Waggle, or: Creativity forms verses
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