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

Mutiny, or: Inner space

A quadrille In the form of a Than Bauk Just got the news that my muse has refused to aid me - betrayed me! Dismayed, I sigh. Thus denied, words won't fly without her about; and rerouting thoughts through new dots just leaves knotted lines. Undermined, I'm inclined to throw in my worn towel. Than… Continue reading Mutiny, or: Inner space

Wit, or: Without

Poetry Partners #25 A very special partner The poem below was written by Sangeetha of 'Mindfills', and while she was one of the very first to submit a poem for 'Poetry Partners', I've delayed publishing this piece. You see, Sangeetha was actually my very first poetry partner; together, we produced a renga poem of 100… Continue reading Wit, or: Without

Forcing myself to submit my poems for publication

Oh, the irony... I accept submissions of poems from other writers at The Skeptic's Kaddish, but, ironically, I have never submitted any of my own poems for publication. True, one of my poems was published in Masticadores India, but that was only because Terveen Gill, the editor, was kind enough to extend an invitation to… Continue reading Forcing myself to submit my poems for publication

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: A magnetic Sijo by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ Created with Magnetic… Continue reading I gift my words, or: Whisper… ‘possibility’

Seduction, or: Blank canvas

Poetry Partners #23 'The Art of Seduction', a poem by C L Barton of 'Linnets Sing in the Trees' Desire adventures in Turkey and Greece, a thief's attracted by what's kept out of reach. Stay with something forbidden reading poetry and kissing become permissible. Hear the call of appearance, the Devil in this dark was… Continue reading Seduction, or: Blank canvas

In her story, or: Through the lies

My 1st Tanaga Modestly, she's apt to blush, Flowering ~anxiously~ lush. Her flow rushes over me; I'm drowning in her story. My 2nd Tanaga Stuffed myself into a box; Lost the keys to all the locks; Cut two holes out for my eyes So I could see through the lies. Tanaga The Tanaga is an… Continue reading In her story, or: Through the lies

Catadupe, or: Cata doxa

Poetry Partners #15 A haiku series by Quaranjavirus of 'The Forgers of Fantasy' Monsoon storms raging, Lightning lighting up the sky, Clouds dancing with joy Heavy rain pouring, Puddles reflecting dull grey, Beauty of nature. Frogs leaping around, Snails blissfully slithering, Rain bringing delight Patter concluding, Vivid rainbow visible, Coloring the black. Quaranjavirus: A… Continue reading Catadupe, or: Cata doxa