Tag Archives: anti-form poems

i am bic.

.. a pen with ink to give. a poem battling to breathe.   .. in april, we poem. sometimes we even use words.     

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

all it’s not

this poem ain’t no haiku or senyru or sonnet or song. it’s not long enough to sustain sestina status, or sex -tet its way to anything more than smudge. it cannot budge a blackout, blitz or bop and stoppeth short … Continue reading

Posted in Poetic Asides Chapbook Challenge 2019 | Tagged , | 2 Comments