Dechnad cummaisc: Dumb Luck

You question me throughout it all,try to rebuke,what occurrence we may befall,you call a fluke. I lie when I say it's a skill.You're right, I suck.The outcome, while it is my will,is still dumb luck. The decnad cummaisc is an Irish poetic form that employs quatrains with both end and internal rhymes. Here are the …

The Incident

Bloody and exhausted, the hysterical young woman had screamed persistently from the onset of the incident until she disembarked the carriage.Sirens wailed in the distance; paramedics were on their way. The jarring sound would normally have sent her spiraling, now, she found reassurance in the rhythmic drone. From moment to moment our perspective changes, she …

Tanka: Kill You with Love

I'll never say notoo weakened by your pure will but the blame is shared if you didn't beg so muchwe wouldn't be in this mess “Dogs are the leaders of the planet. If you see two life forms, one of them's making a poop, the other one's carrying it for him, who would you assume …

Kite

I come aliveOn your breathAnd ride the currentOn waves of youYou bend to my willAnd I cut linesIn your skyHurtYou drop meTo the groundWith all your otherPlay things

Decisions Premade

These lightning strikes of insightIgnite decisions forged by memoryWhat past may aid future sightMoulds in the name of liberty Life rafts in the form of platitudesRest crumpled on salt worn stonesA journey taken with sheltered attitudesAllows time to shake the earthly bones An illusion in a cage made of birdsSwaying in a place once so …