ㅁ Stress shows up, settles in, uninvited. My gut ties itself up in baroque knots.
– a tetractys.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #2606 “The congregation”
ㅁ Black ravens swirled like storms congregated. They'd found something they wanted to discuss.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2605 “Denials”
ㅁ Don't even bother me. I'm sure you're just making all this shit up.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2604 “Approaching equinox”
ㅁ Sun shone down, but the light wasn't summer's: the afternoon sun's angle has shifted now.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2603 “I slept, and this happened”
ㅁ Dream: future Mexican dystopia - robotic programmers stacked like firewood.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2602 “Not just a leak”
ㅁ Words start slow, tumble out... then suddenly: whole sentences spill out like a burst pipe.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2601 “The sky’s arena”
ㅁ Clouds became luminous scintillating stray beasts colliding like gray goddesses.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2600 “Upādāna”
ㅁ gifts given bought and sold dull detritus these physical things imbued with meaning
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2599 “Hydrologic cycle”
ㅁ storm brings rain and some wind waves on the sea rivulets run, all gray and muddy brown
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2598 “The bystander”
ㅁ Still, at ease, looking out, stolid, alert, the eagle parked herself on the pier's railing.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2597 “Interspecies asemia”
ㅁ Birds in trees as rain falls make their noises which I find are undecipherable.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2596 “An attempt at a description”
ㅁ Light, and dark, with other iridescent... let me start again: there was a sunrise.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2595 “Stargazing”
ㅁ In a dark moment the lights under my keyboard twinkled like the stars.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2594 “The random dog that joined the walk”
ㅁ A random dog came, decided we would walk him all the way back home.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2593 “Darth Slug”
ㅁ The slug was all black. It slithered cheerfully there. I named it Darth Slug.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2592 “Arrows of intent”
ㅁ the map showed arrows, an unlikely optimism: the potential world
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2591 “Acknowledging the gravity of the situation”
ㅁ a gust of wind blew some yellow leaves hurled themselves down against the earth
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2590 “Memorias de Chile mientras en Alaska”
ㅁ Sol invicto yace suelto duerme ya detrás de nubes. Viento nos sugiere cambios. Lentamente mar se sube.
– una tirada en métrica romance.
Caveat: Poem #2589 “Trailing insomnia”
ㅁ I woke too early, couldn't sleep. Well, sometimes that's my fate. I rose and found some food to eat. Now, five AM seems late.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2588 “The circus”
ㅁ The world was like a circus tent, performers left and right. The problem at this show, you see: you're stuck there, barred from flight.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2587 “The monologue along the road”
ㅁ The dog set forth his arguments by barking at the car. The car ignored his attitude and drove off fast and far.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2586 “Piles of sighs”
ㅁ Things began to slow. The day yielded to evening and the sighs piled up.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2585 “Working hard lately”
ㅁ I have been so tired. Today I woke up at four. I went back to sleep.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2584 “Standard procedure”
ㅁ the morning took steps to ameliorate night and dispel darkness
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2583 “Downrange”
ㅁ Down in the ditches, dodging rocks, excavators... immersed in my dreams
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2582 “A celebratory slide”
ㅁ The rain arrived to end the dust, the birds took it in stride; the slugs jumped out into the grass, to take a little slide.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
Caveat: Poem #2581 “So tired”
ㅁ My body was tired, so then my brain stopped working, which was quite awkward.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2580 “The alien”
ㅁ The sun's alien in this rainforest landscape. I await its going.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2579 “Pogo whacker”
ㅁ the "pogo whacker" is a thing for compacting, pounding down the rocks
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2578 “The Demiurge”
ㅁ labor attached to land real-life geofiction machines to move the stones and dirt change things
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2577 “Zombie banality”
ㅁ future was arriving like a dim sleepwalker devoid of useful agency but real
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #2576 “The floor is open to comments”
ㅁ some ravens at six-mile congregate and flap around discuss the weather
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #2575 “Riggin’ fit”
ㅁ So Richard told me 'bout when Joe... he had a "riggin' fit": it happens when a thing don't work, so you get mad at it
– a quatrain in ballad meter.