A Blow

WOUND came as blow to the shoulder, an alien momentum; he
SWORE, was spun off path into jungle’s thicket. Stumble becomes
ASSET. More shots ring out, he now hidden from view. He looks up:
MANGO, red, lush, hanging from branch above. Then sees blood blossom on his shirt.

Cloth Trade

CLOTH merchant sets up in the marketplace,
PLUCKs brocades, songkets, chenilles from wrappings.
WALTZ of barter, point, counter-point above stitch and counter-stitch.
BETEL chewers watch, mull mystery: woven treasures having come a thousand leagues.

Quordle Word Stats!

I recently completed uploading all my Quordle poems since I started (April 23, 2022). Since I covered every day, this also gave me the opportunity to generate a “words” post for every day since then through yesterday’s words (Jan 23, 2022), which is 9 month’s worth of words. See this category for the words posts.… Continue reading Quordle Word Stats!