I don’t know if you’ve heard the BLURT
of a skittering, flittering, twiddling QUAIL,
amongst the sifting shifting SHAPE
of its quail flock. Well, the sound my mind it kind of STUNG.
Month: June 2023
The Argument
STUNG by words in the
SHAPE of a knife, I
QUAIL before her wounded rage,
BLURT out something about leaving for work.
untitled (guest post by Chelsey Franks)
STUNG by the sight
SHAPE of a child
like QUAIL in a bush
BLURT forth in a noisy life
2023-06-05 words
STUNG, SHAPE, QUAIL, BLURT
Insignificant
My
BIRTH, some decades ago, unheralded, dismissed,
EVADEd history books, almanacs and the like, brought no
GUILT to anyone, no disaster, or distress, no
QUOTH the priest, ‘This child is destined for great things.’
2023-06-04 words
GUILT, BIRTH, QUOTH, EVADE
No recycling
AS KEW was to some the garden of perfection
BOOZE was my place of circumspection; me, the
PAYEE of drink’s full garbage collection, refuse none could
REUSE.
2023-06-03 words
BOOZE, ASKEW, REUSE, PAYEE
The things you learn from advertising
CHIME of the doorbell, race to the door. Only a
FLYER, oh what a bore! But here’s a surprise, a
LUMEN is more than a lightbulb’s measure, it’s
VALIDly the intestine’s inner space also. Cor!
The Cadet
CADET may mature to general,
RIPEN through life to lead, to vanquish, now eating
BREAD, drinking water, while burgeoning a
CREED in brain that will later marshal every farm and river for battle.
APRON strings? Coddling? Might they stymie this path? Would
UNDER-loving produce the martial spirit through unfulfilled desire? Or love
ALIKE confer the needed element, a belief in fighting’s… Continue reading The Cadet