I won a mug earlier this week for throwing together a rhyme incorporating the words "gin" and "cupcake" off the top of my head.
A gin, ag'in, fill up my cup-
cake. Sip and frost it up.

I'm thinking of this fondly as the second prize I have ever won for writing poetry-like things.

I've been thinking about the neighbors today. I returned from Leicester today in time to run into one who was newly returned from her allotment, and provisioned us with lettuce. And also ( Read more... )

My thanks to all of you who answered the purple-rice-tasting-of-beef polls. ( Here and hereThe lines are part of a Rhysling-nominated poem, "Corrected Maps of your City", by Kendall Evans and David C. Kopaska-Merkel. Those lines, however, threw me right out of the verse. It sounded too mundane, too normal to evoke the weird alternate reality for ( Read more... )

First, answer the original poll on purple rice & beef.Then, if you're feeling like you would like to fill out another poll just now, here is one which examines more aspects of the same issue. (Polls are not, after all, editable.) The other one looks like it will resolve my actual point of curiousity (about which more in another post. Not today.) ( Read more... )

Poll

From Hammersmith & Town,
the Circle line was born.
A gilded, crowded crown,
a city to adorn.

Yellow, with age and use,
today, it makes the news:
Infinity's unwound,
it no longer goes round.

Encoiled, its extent
is volute. An event:
the Circle line is torn;
a Spiral line is born.

Yesterday, or so my f'list tells me, was National Poetry Day. The BBC, in celebration, posted the nation's top ten poets. None, as brisingamen observed, were female. Five females made the also-ran list. She challenged her readers to come up with a list of (at least) ten female poets. Here's what I got out of reading all the post and comments responding to ( Read more... )

For brisingamen and desperanceSoon, they will wake, the earlybirds ( Read more... )

Nine Things observed by Guests,
or, the Difficulties of Growing up an Oracle

( Another oracle poem... )

Dear Conversion software ( Read more... )