I've Lost Count of the Homes That I Have Lost
I've lost count of the homes that I have lost. One time too many I've been driven out. On futile search my substance to exhaust, In barren soil to sow my crop of doubt. I am no longer young. My years have worn Onto the age I ought to put down...
Blank Verse Essay On The Futility of So-Called "A.I." Art
My husband, sometimes, draws erotica, He has for years. I'm sure you know the kind, A tiger man and husky man, perhaps, Or handsome fox and manly-smug raccoon, Or fatherly but dangerous wolf, in all The situations that might give excuse For them...
Blank Verse Essay on the Haunting of America
If you tell stories long enough my friend, I think, if you are honest, you must own That stories told here, told about here, try To turn into ghost stories. Only by Supreme and rigid force of will can you Tell any story in this land of ours And...
Account of Presumed Ecstatic Experience during Initiation Rite in Unidentified Mystery Religion
It doesn't really matter how I died. Whether of time or tide or tiredness, But after this, the journey of my life I woke, to find myself in a dark wood. The way was lost, the night was long, and I Was more alone than I had ever been. It...
Blank Verse Essay on Intentionality in Queer Fiction
I will not say here, 'no more happy ends.' I won't presume to undercut the need For stories of queer heroes of queer worlds Where homophobia has never been. For gods of sunset, moon, and winter know That if no tale but such as these were told...
Run for the Cliff
Free verse and iambic tetrameter, nice and classical. they shook off the thoughts of the mountain, and began to read once more.
Paint the Town Red - Chapter 1
I've tried a bit of everything, some haikus, limericks, free verse, iambic pentameter; i even tried writing an epic poem once!" "why'd you stop?" kerry asked.
Heraclitan Bird-Songs
**Jisei-Sonnet** : _The Heraclitan Bird Prepares For Death_ Denied by all, the black and cursèd bird Encased within the pang of pain and grieving, And painted with a crest that sang deceiving, Defied the world - corrupting all they...
Midnight Rendezvous
No i don't care about iambic pentameter or am very good at poetry, what gave it away? ~7,300 words detective andersons cruiser idles in the parking lot of a small gas station surrounded by massive pine trees.
Grayson's Triad Book 1 -- Prologue
Watching robbie tear downfield, a brown-topped light gray blur of speed, to line up a shot at the goal, is (if you'll pardon the cliché) poetry in motion - iambic pentameter at the very least, perhaps even dactylic hexameter (thank you, longfellow).