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She dabbed her lips with the handkerchief:Her lipstick stayed in place.I couldn’t think why she had used it:her lips were moist and not a traceof food upon them.Then I saw the bloodspots:blood-not food-notfrom the lipsbut teeth. © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved Written for dVerse quadrille, where De is hosting. She has asked us to... Continue Reading →
Stone the crows!!! Priscilla's seen so much Flippant, Comic, and Serious poetry from Don recently that she's had to don her glasses in order to take it all in (see Featured Image). I always look forward to visiting sunny Australia on a Monday, especially when we have cold and grey skies outside. For more of... Continue Reading →
The salt pans of Sečovlje sleep while sailing boats shelter in place along the harbourthe sun also risesI stretch out my hand and touch Croatiathe narrow peninsular’s dotted and furred with cypress and Mediterranean pinethe sculpture park we visited the first time I came here where all the dreams of a great empire sleep like lions... Continue Reading →
Just before the New Year, I wrote of my 'inspiration' to write one poem in a single Tweet for every day of 2021. As I began my challenge, I realised that writing micro-poetry is not something which comes naturally to me. I am used to writing poetry which flows over several stanzas. I like playing... Continue Reading →
No villain in hell could tell such blatant lies;inciting the people to embrace tyranny:With words of hate the power of progress dies. I see no sentient soul behind those eyesinviting destruction of democracy: No villain in hell could tell such blatant lies. We must not be too blind to realisethe power of the vote’s fragility:With words... Continue Reading →
Happy New Year, poetry lovers! I'm excited to begin a whole new year of poetry challenges by examining a lyrical, dance-like poetic form: the villanelle. The form originated in France, though its name derives from the Italian villanella meaning 'a rustic/peasant song or dance.' It was originally a ballad-like pastoral poem with no fixed form,... Continue Reading →
Don is back from the Christmas break with a fresh new trilogy of Flippant, Comic, and Serious poems for the New Year. By now, I'm sure his reputation precedes him, along with that of his best animal friends Priscilla and Skip (pictured above, looking lean and mean). But I do recommend you head over to... Continue Reading →
His hands make light work of my dreamsand I have nurtured his long summers gone:Love is not always that bright thing it seems. My gentle heart is bursting at the seamsas I am left dejected and alone:his hands make light work of my dreams. I look into his eyes, where darkness gleamssuch callous conduct, careless,... Continue Reading →
Soft falls the mournful January rainlike snowmelt in the solitary heartwhile we wait for the thaw of spring in vain. This heart’s iced-over like the Snow Queen’s childno chink or salt-crack can yet penetrate:Soft falls the mournful January rain. A dulness permeates this winter-mindspreads tumour-like though winter-body blind while we wait for the thaw of spring... Continue Reading →
Let’s hope that 2020 won’t becomeApoc-eclipsedwhen catastrophic climate change takes hold:We’ve placed our lives on hold, still, not enoughto save us from our epidemic greed.Let’s pause, take heed, consider how we might avoidthe worst of this. It lies in understanding that the way we live our livesneeds shaking up:We hide under our duvets watching Netflix,... Continue Reading →
