January has been a disgusting month, this fact I cannot gloss over. One head and one heart, both heavier than Buffalo snow, were ashamed like never before. No kingdom was conquered, no land was fully explored, no word was either threatening or bold, and no tax form was finished. Today, however, I made a video. From my laptop camera […]Read more "– i made a video –"
Subtracting the waste in wild winter landfills, distracted by taste. D.J. WhisenantRead more "– haiku # 93 –"
Originally posted on Björn Rudbergs writings:
Oh, ashamed to cloud the agony. Revenge his folly — slap me pardon. In conviction subdued — ventured sweetness, profiting to moderate his boyhood-lull diverted into irresistible attraction. Nameless disposition altered. Today at dVerse MTB we are playing with blackout poetry (hosted by me, Grab a book-page and…
Watching flakes fall down, like words from a hidden psalm, into existence. D.J. WhisenantRead more "– haiku # 92 –"
This was meant to be a poem about someone I knew… knew by association, of course, because social anxiety could not shove me into building a real bond with the subject. Unfortunately, words can rarely fit anyone who is taken from this world, especially when his or her abductor’s name is cancer… Berkitt’s lymphoma in this particular situation. From […]Read more "– 22 and 23 –"
Kudos to Busy Mind Thinking for this captivating poem.Read more "Clarity Still"