ㅁ sometimes I wake up and think that I've missed something... hours lost to deep sleep
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ sometimes I wake up and think that I've missed something... hours lost to deep sleep
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ nights surpass the dull days... elegiac, oneiric transits across stochastic space, full of windings, ergodic retrogressions into instants that fade like aimless bursts of color
– a reverse nonnet.
ㅁ Regardless, texts will justify beliefs we hold ex ante, so... let's make a text, the words will fly! Regardless, texts will justify and warp our minds, we can't defy... our own unreasoned meanings flow. Regardless, texts will justify beliefs we hold ex ante, so!
– a triolet.
ㅁ Fall is the season when mice sneak in. The temperatures drop, outside. Everything gets rained on. Summer's berries are gone. The warm house beckons. What's not to like? Some crumbs left. It seems... Safe?
– a nonnet.
ㅁ the Fall's first frost came, painted the dock and pier white; some ducks swam away.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ The seagull sat, observing things. The tide, the rocks, a swimming fish. A duck that ducked, some rippling rings. The seagull sat, observing things. I wonder if the bird might wish that Fall was slower with its wings. The seagull sat, observing things. The tide, the rocks, a swimming fish.
– a triolet.
ㅁ Kiamon stood by the side of the road... feelings were grim, and the gray skies had snowed. Nobody stopped to assist her. The cars kept zooming past with their tail-lights like stars.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
ㅁ Some crows found a truck, which was black, just like they were. They seemed to like this.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ Assertions of luminosity: the moon proffers her axioms. To wit: autumnal changes, after the equinox, include stormy gales, driving downpours, lost rainbows, blowing leaves.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ the sneaky snake entered the garden hopped up on his self-deceptions like a chatbot on prozac and gave his wanton pitch elevator-style to the kids there this one girl succumbed crashed
– a nonnet.
ㅁ The wind whipped rain, and caused a feeling: a vague, pathetic fallacy took hold of me, and left me reeling. The storm pushed rain, and gave a feeling: nostalgia gripped, my soul was dealing, bowed down to nature's papacy. The storm pushed rain, and gave a feeling: a vague, pathetic fallacy.
– a triolet.
ㅁ I made secret, unknowable poems. Crafted with pure banalities, they occupied remote screens, distant from daily life. These were words for fate: disquisitions against time; perfect rants.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ rain came this weekend filled the downhill-rushing creeks turned over some stones
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ The otherworld unleashed its dogs; they chased us through the timeless trees. We fled and jumped those ancient logs. The otherworld unleashed its dogs. We fell and tasted moss and bogs. The murky water grasped our knees. The otherworld unleashed its dogs; they chased us through the timeless trees.
– a triolet.
ㅁ I dreamed that Arthur became possessed by some remodeling demon. So while I was gone at work, He began adding things - random additions - to his odd house: stray basements, towers, leaks.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ Banality is worthy stuff: it centers things, and pulls the fringes back from fevered dreams, it moderates the fools.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ Wind rushed through, bashed the walls of our building. The structure creaked like an old sailing ship.
– a tetractys.
ㅁ Kiamon never could disregard signs showing conspiracies, visable lines, tracing connections between sundry groups. Gazing at traffic, she pondered these loops.
– a quatrain in a dactylic tetrameter. A nonsequential snapshot into a fictional being’s life.