Twitter Poetry Week 14

Here's this week's roundup of micro-poetry for Twitter. There is no poem for Day 94: this was Sonnet Sunday and I was just too busy with sonnets to post a micropoem, but I did post two on Day 93. You may notice that my poems don't get a lot of love on Twitter. This is... Continue Reading →

My ruthless uterus #poetry #PMDD

I don’t mean to complainabout my ruthless uterus but all the same(though I hate to make a fuss)periodically it drives mealmost insane. Ok it’s not reallythe uterus, butthe hormones triggeredby its cycles and not even really thatbut the actions of these hormones on the brain. Why is it always ‘the’ brain anyway?as if to say we... Continue Reading →

Why? a reverse #quadrille

Well, I do mean to smile about water;the solution was never ‘You oughtatake more than one glass!'Whysay notif you really did not want to know?Rewind the tape, pleasefast-forward to whereyou losewine-addledflat on your ass! © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved I must be a glutton for punishment... Tonight, Lisa is hosting dVerse Poetics, and has asked us... Continue Reading →

A dolphin in real life #poetry #Earthweal

We took our son on his new biketo the old town. Right along the harbour we wentand while we were all looking the other wayhe turned to say ‘I just saw a dolphin in real life!’ Immediately excited, I turnedto look into those broad blue waters, which were starting to phosphoresce with evening light:I wanted to... Continue Reading →

Easter Sonnet Sunday #2: Easter Eggs by Sarah Connor

How could you think of Easter without eggs?Shiny, foil-wrapped, hidden around the garden,small girls in nighties with their sturdy legsand boys in jammies, seeking, ardent?And boiled eggs, with their brightly painted shellswaiting for you to crack them. Inside, white and gold,like spring itself - blossom and daffodils.Winter is suddenly something we can holdand crack wide open.... Continue Reading →

Just call on Ollie… #poetry #fitness

I have a personal trainerand his name is Ollie:if you want to shed those lockdown poundsjust call on Ollie. He will not let you stop to drinkhe shows no mercyand don’t you even stop to think you’re tired, or thirsty. He’ll make you race him down the hillalong the seashorethen all the way back up againscreaming... Continue Reading →

Twitter Poetry Week 13

A whole quarter year has passed in this Twitter Poetry Challenge. So I guess I'm not feeling as excited about #NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) as everyone else is. But I did add it to the tags of my Twitter poems for good measure. I also gave myself a break on Wednesday (day 90) because... Continue Reading →

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