Archive for Form

1. FIBONACCI PAEAN • by William Dexter Wade 17 Comments

    
   I
   stand
   amazed
   beside my
   youngest granddaughter
   and step back to look up at her
   fourteen very short years after
   I felt her first breaths
    resting so
   very
   small
   in
    the
   arms
   of a
   grandfather
   who did not dream that
   one day soon she would jump higher
   than he stands, watching, filled with pride
   as she gracefully
   arches back
   above
   the
   bar
    

   William Dexter Wade is a Senior Scholar in linguistics. Turning to fiction in retirement, he has published two [...]

   FIB, Other
   
   

2. DREAMWEAVERS • by Lindsey Duncan 9 Comments

   Dreamcatchers hear the tales of fate and chance,
   Of glimmers found by sleeping mind;
   Dreamweavers spin the thread of this night’s dance.
    
   From fancy’s flight comes matter of a stronger kind:
   Nightmares woven into subtle twine
   Of glimmers found by sleeping mind.
    
   Then thread by thread and line by line,
   A tapestry unveils to wondering eyes –
   Nightmares woven into subtle twine.
    
   Beneath the [...]

   Fantasy, Terzanelle
   
   

3. (UNTITLED HAIBUN) • by Catherine Edmunds 21 Comments

    
   First comes vermillion – anger of loss. Next – cruelty of cadmium yellow. I knock back the winter with ultramarine, my punishment over. The weft of the canvas is burnt out; a spring may emerge, a weathered stone fall. Somewhere within this jumble of colour lies an intimate landscape; somewhere there’s a Prussian blue lake, [...]

   Japanese Short Forms, Other
   
   

4. WAKING NED DIVINE ON THE ISLE OF MAN – A TERZA RIMA • by Joan 14 Comments

    
    
    
   We can’t resist the urge to shout aloud
   when well-known places flit across the screen,
   familiar faces spotted in the crowd
   of extras with the actors in between.
   We’re so superior because we know
   that Harry Kelly’s Cottage can be seen
   by driving to Niarbyl, even though
   you’re now supposed to park behind the rail
   in case it gets too crowded down below
   with [...]

   Form, Other
   
   

5. THE HOUR GLASS • by Jamie Elliott Keith 10 Comments

    
   Once animal matter or sea creature’s crusty home
   These tiny bits of geological history
   Spill through my grasp so quickly
   I cannot count the number
   How swiftly they slide
   I snatch
   I clutch
   They slip away
   Pouring past the slick sides
   Ground down by water, wind and time
   Over humanly transmuted curves of themselves
   And pile like visible ticks, hours, days, years, lives.

    

   Jamie Elliott Keith makes [...]

   Concrete, Literary
   
   

6. WHITE CRYSTAL WINTER • by Rebecca Colby 8 Comments

    
   sugary snowflakes
   dissolve in hot cups of tea
   white crystal winter
    

   Rebecca Colby likes the idea of being a writer but doesn’t put pen to paper as often as she should. She travelled the world as a tour director before settling in England—a country where she knew the weather would force her inside to write. 
     

   Japanese Short Forms, Nature
   
   

7. THE CLOSE OF THE DOOR • by Brian Edward Bahr 6 Comments

    
       phone
       rings
   chatter
    and
          laughter
      dancing 
           already
   rattle
       of
                         clothes
                    hangers
   rustling                        fabric
    zip
      of a             dress
   squirt
    of the                          sink
    
           drip
                      drip
    
          thud
    
   clatter 
      on                                         tile
   brush
   sweep
   smooth
    
                       dab
   high heeled
   clicks
    across                                                 hardwood
    the
   close
    of the                                       door
    
    
    

    

   Brian Edward Bahr lives in the woods [...]

   Concrete, Literary
   
   

8. THE GRADUAL LOSS OF ME • by Kirsty Stanley 12 Comments

   Today: I slipped away,
   became a little less.
   Did anyone notice
   as I waved them away
   with a smile on my face?

   Today: I, slipped away
   I wrote no words, made no
   mark. Had I scratched a mark
   would anyone notice,
   as I disappeared, went
   missing in crimson ink?

   Today: I slipped away,
   my reflection became
   vampire-absent, but
   did anyone notice?

   Today I took some pills,
   sank into warm water,
   did [...]

   Other, Villanelle
   
   

9. THE LAST RED LIGHT IN THE VALLEY • by Gavin Broom 10 Comments

   So while we wait at the red light,
   you stare across the valley that stretches out
   in front of us and you tell me you’re leaving. 
   I see the distance in your eyes
   and realize in every way that
   matters, you’ve already left.
   – What exactly have you left?
   I ask. What’s getting dumped at this light?
   But your lips don’t flicker with a [...]

   Mystery/Suspense, Sestina
   
   

10. (UNTITLED HAIKU) • by Greg Schwartz 8 Comments

    after the battle
    the ground littered with the bodies
    of plastic soldiers
     
     
     
     
     

    Greg Schwartz is a copier repairman, horror writer, and haiku poet.  Some of his poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Cold Mountain Review, Modern Haiku, Talebones, and the 2008 Red Moon Anthology.  He is the staff cartoonist for SP Quill Magazine.

    Japanese Short Forms, Other
    
    

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