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I have just had the pleasure of reading this short poetry collection by Rishika Jain of The Ethereal Unicorn. Rishika is 13 years old and has already ventured into the publishing world with this new book, a poetic celebration of her love of nature. The impression I came away with after finishing the book was... Continue Reading →
I’m a pest, I’m a pest, anapestically speakingfor I rhyme every timewithout pausing or breaking each monotonous linewith a flick of the keys:I can drone on for hourswriting stanzas like these; but I like a good metrethat’s as firm as it’s strongand as swiftly rememberedas your best-hated song; so will someone please stop mebefore I’m sent... Continue Reading →
At liberty for the first time in my life:free to just drive and driveor dive into the sea; to live without fearno longer to carehow harshly you judge me. At libertyto stand alone upon a mountain top:I'll stand beside you should you careto join me but I do not fearto go my own way. At libertyfor the... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I have trouble letting go. Whether it's a fixed idea, an obsession, or my feelings about a particular person or thing. Without the ability to let go, however, there can be little peace of mind or spiritual progress in life. So I'm actively (or should that be 'passively'?) learning to let go when I... Continue Reading →
Cowering in the cupboard: well I would be if I could emitting a sharp hiss at the slightest approach of danger. Well it’s almost like this:‘Get back!’ I hiss 'And leave me to face the dark side alone, againI didn’t ask for this, but I’ve been given...' ‘There are worse things happen at sea’you say, and so... Continue Reading →
If you’re looking for meI might just bein deep poetic heaventhrough mirror-halled mazesof metaphorsguided by vulture or ravenI’m wandering, wondering sharing your hope and your paindiving the deep seas where trawlershave emptied the oceanseeking out hydrothermal ventswhere life may begin againand I’m screaming ‘stop!’and I hope we’ll wake up from this madnessdeep in poetic heavenit’s hard... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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