Armed with the fabled fine-toothed comb, thinking verse should work well as a prose poem, I offer this crit as a well-meaning skit if it’s sure to convince all and hit home: write all serious verse out in long form if you want to weather the shit storm which goad online trolls; make them score only own-goals by asserting that stanza’s the norm.
Why do you want me to be a 24-hour flash in the pan?
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If not then I can see you on the way back from the airport.
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Let’s do the same on the weekend.
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You could have been a bit of a great book without saying why.
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I mentioned that I was going to stop reviewing enjoyable books…
Predictive Text Flash Fiction
Twilight, thicket, both hamper progress;
way ahead unclear, uncleared.
Untitled work by John Hazell, acrylic on wood http://www.shaynas-secrets.com/john-hazell.html
“A haiku a day” was the height of ambition, the lack of new posts now a source of contrition. So, now a fresh line gives this blog’s stated mission, an aim which I’m certain will come to fruition! Haiku, doggerel and such in profusion, though not every day, will maintain the illusion…
Zenrinji 