Known Unknowns (Sonnet XXI)

in my augmented reality your fragmented visions haunt me inescapable vivid remnants of our dullest days and darkest nights flash across my bedroom ceiling in multi-coloured neon lights creeping along the fringes of my dreams everything we'd never be since maybe circumstances ended it prematurely

This is a Hibun. Inspired by bits of all the true crime stories I consume. Prose poetry at the top, haiku at the bottom. Yes! I know prose poems aren't supposed to have line breaks but reading a massive clump of text online can be a challenge. SO! I broke the rule. Also! A nod... Continue Reading →

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So sorry! I did not mean to send that My fingers are also fat This is still a Japanese poem (haiku/senryu) because it has seventeen syllables. I've just laid it out differently. Sam

Fortunate Abundance (Sonnet VIII)

Watching the ballgame How many innings remain Who's playing again Do I care to know Never mind. I don't think so We order the drinks Please can I get … a Strawberry margarita A draft Heineken Chinwags aplenty My brain and belly sated Applebee's Friendly's Ready for home and bed now Wow! That was way... Continue Reading →

Poverty (Sonnet VII)

Living hand to mouth There exists a severe drought (i doubt) Impoverished lives Self-awareless/ness Promote faulty assumptions (any allowance for interruptions) Impoverished minds A few folks have said We should all be millionaires (it can be done without splitting heirs) There's enough to share And Who said it is ... true! Why believe what you... Continue Reading →

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Ms. Mavis Maynard Hello Renaissance Lady You remember me It's Sam. I am ... your first Gran'. Who you understood Always underfoot In the kitchen while you cooked The garden while you planted Veggies and greens and connections and directions Thoughts and ideas Under ... your protective wings ... watchful eye, but free to fly... Continue Reading →

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