A night memoir, or: Two

Poetry Partners #37 'Night Memoir' by Orion Foote of 'Visions of Orion Poetry' You never know when a word or two might stick; come creeping through an open window in these small hours. It’s a nagging of letters, where each tone follows a broken rhythm—void of any rhyme or reason except it’s own shuffle towards… Continue reading A night memoir, or: Two

Sometimes, or: Very rarely

An American sentence: Sometimes I'm not inclined to verse but find myself counting syllables. 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. He felt that… Continue reading Sometimes, or: Very rarely

Nortul lernapog deen, or: Ov iddage

My 1st Rimas Dissolutas Imagine words bypassed your brain like a foreign language, their sounds pounding upon your heart. Pretend you've no idea what I mean; or maybe you don't have to. Could I convey pleasure and pain; make you feel the crushing weight of my baggage; paint words upon the page like art, transfix… Continue reading Nortul lernapog deen, or: Ov iddage

I gift my words, or: Whisper… ‘possibility’

Poetry Partners #24 A poem by Madamchryzl of 'Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes' My gift of words I submit to you... Characters assembled depicting a phonetic view... To you, I gift my words, though they may be few... Madamchryzl: https://madamchryzl.com/ A magnetic Sijo by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ Created with Magnetic… Continue reading I gift my words, or: Whisper… ‘possibility’

Servants, or: Masters

An American sentence: With true poets, it's hard to know whether words are servants or masters. 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. He… Continue reading Servants, or: Masters

Clap on, or: Clap off

Blank verse in iambic pentameter My sky is dark with black stars; together, congealing into thick syrup, even as I spread my arms; distributed as sick party favors, mementos of... need; perhaps, perhaps, preferable to my own; their deafening silence clotting my ears, coursing through twisted creases, pooling in my eyes, heavy, streaming down my… Continue reading Clap on, or: Clap off

Flowing, or: Prolific

A ghazal Sipping Bernheim Original wheat whiskey -Or- quaffing Lagavulin peat'd whiskey Jerusalem nights get colder than cold; Writing requires serious heat - whiskey! When struggling to maintain rhythm and rhyme; -Or- can't seem to keep up the beat - whiskey! Still, never enjoyed generic liquor; Can't afford it... but prefer elite whiskey. Happily, two… Continue reading Flowing, or: Prolific

Sentenced, or: Worded

My 2nd ghazal All night through my dreams, bounce ping-pong words. Sometimes just one, though... at times, they THRONG ~ Words! They fly fast and slow; both high and low; Flash heavy and light; both short and long words. Encyclopedic; scientific; Literary; fun; even some song words Making a racket, bursting rockets; Cannons; thunder; and… Continue reading Sentenced, or: Worded