Tag Archives: iambic

Get Thee to a Punnery

To flee or not to flee, now that’s the thing, the rub that flubs us by the final scene. We wonder, do we bow to numbered king? Exit stage left, or somewhere in between?  It’s Greek to me, we say in foreign tongueand … Continue reading

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i am bic.

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

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this poem is a happy hazard

… it’s wearing both a caution sign, and a Ha -kuna Matata t-shirt. it has flirted with the idea of getting a tattoo, but it can’t decide between the angel wings or a skull. it’s all define me define me … Continue reading

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Spilled, Shod

This poem needs tiny shoes for each and every one of her iambic feet. She’s ’bout to hit the street and break dance her way across the c   o   n   c   r   e   t   e and play in the sprinklers. … Continue reading

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