Misplaced Missive #44: Lift

So this is totally not what I had scheduled for today, but with all the reflection and sadness of yesterday it felt wrong to post something melancholy and brooding. Thus: this kinda tentatively hopeful poem.

Grasp my hand
And lift me up
To your heavens
So I can be closer
To the closest path
To perfection Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #44: Lift”

The Challenge Call: New Schizophrenic Summers

Yesterday I posted a poem entitled Emergence to our Schizophrenic summers category, which has been a graveyard filled with the remnants of submissions past for over a month now. Yes, Jessie and I became bored with the format — monthly poetry themes that we would arduously and obligingly toil over to submit, usually days after the end of the month (or sometimes not at all). And we have had precious few submissions from others (ahem! fellow poets).

But we cannot reasonably expect others to submit to a monthly theme that we barely participate in ourselves. It was time for a change. And I believe we have found an appropriate and much more invigorating use for this space. Continue reading “The Challenge Call: New Schizophrenic Summers”