“A Cottage Garden,” by Henry Sutton Grandpa and Grandma lived at the bottom of a hill where three dirt roads converged. Their home had been Grandpa’s parents and cobbled together from a number of summer cottages that had been along Mxxx Lake and moved a mile or so around the 1940’s to its acre…
Category: poetry
Kerfe’s RWG 10 — Unused Beach
Slip of unraveled rope still flaps and whips, a fluffy snake pain marker; company in leprous shade. I avoid this place of sacrifice but miss your attention; on impulse I’ve dressed my ravaged face, Fascinated in morbid fashion at its folded and patted ratty clam, and make my way to unused beach. Half-buried wreck juts…
red pine prayers (senryu)
Red pine fingers reachoffer praise in willow’s churchin a too blue world
Call for Submissions: 99 words or 99 syllables on the theme of fire — you have until the end of May to submit!
Have you submitted??? 🔥 You can submit three (3) entries. If you’ve already sent in one entry… why not write two more? 🔥 Carrot Ranch Literary Community Around the Campfire is a bi-annual publication of quality fiction, creative non-fiction, memoir, and poetry in the specific styles of 99 words or 99 syllables (Double Ennead). The […]…
Tanka Tuesday 320 — New Pearls
seasons sing of struggle chores demand our action can’t get any traction down and just can’t juggle underserved with chuckles need reboot of passion daydreams of sweet dally night dreams filled with diddle double cream finale noted worthy assay notch headboard with tally answers need no riddle mindful be in both worlds oyster growing new…
dVerse — Poetics — Alchemy of Freedom
Ahmad Shamlou The misconception of totalitarianism is that freedom can be imprisoned. This is not the case. When you constrain freedom, freedom will take flight and land on a windowsill. — Ai Weiwei They cough at soot of hell’s belchlong before others smell smoke. They hear change in morning notes;doves flutter away, ravens…
Kerfe’s RWG 9 — Music of the Night
Far-flung, afield, dusk travel’s magnet draws moonglow painted shadow space. I pause to note rough sounds cease asnight’s homely adjustment commences.Soft rustles, steps, flutterings stitch air,litter low, just over there, now whispers here.Sense a thousand ears tuning their stationsfrom light’s brash cymbal-clapped squawksto Hammond B of night’s sweet clarinets. top image by Dokkar Kerfe is…
Tao-Talk 