Showing posts with label sudden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sudden. Show all posts
Wednesday, 17 February 2016
sketchy
crisis started quiet
got real loud
humming
like a morning
become afternoon
new york city
© KatYa
Saturday, 6 February 2016
Friday, 11 October 2013
On 'flash' or 'sudden' form -i)
I wrote the freeverse piece below,
in a 4-4-4-6-6 form.
The form felt really nice for my style,
and I may begin to use the form regularly...
http://kissilent.wordpress.com/2013/10/11/drafting-the-steam/
I am more and more confident in my ability
to write flash or sudden pieces. I still prefer writing
prose to poetry, though often I find myself whiddling a
flash piece I wrote, down into a freeverse poem.
The process is often very natural and leads me there.
Still I prefer the flash or sudden form.
Flash and sudden are two names for basically
the same form. Usually prose, usually under 500 words.
The Chinese have been know to call it smoke-long.
Meaning you can read the piece in the time
it takes to smoke a cig.
in a 4-4-4-6-6 form.
The form felt really nice for my style,
and I may begin to use the form regularly...
http://kissilent.wordpress.com/2013/10/11/drafting-the-steam/
I am more and more confident in my ability
to write flash or sudden pieces. I still prefer writing
prose to poetry, though often I find myself whiddling a
flash piece I wrote, down into a freeverse poem.
The process is often very natural and leads me there.
Still I prefer the flash or sudden form.
Flash and sudden are two names for basically
the same form. Usually prose, usually under 500 words.
The Chinese have been know to call it smoke-long.
Meaning you can read the piece in the time
it takes to smoke a cig.
Monday, 30 September 2013
sudden one, too
Companion to sudden one...
http://kissilent.wordpress.com/2013/09/30/sudden-one
noon came and went
God gossiped about
on fm radio
Why are they
name dropping Jesus?
god i am tired
my neck and eyes hurt
all forty years of me
fall apart
Tomorrow when the
sky turns
i will roar like a tiger
to the whistle of steam
i will suck on ceramic
and coffee and cream
fuck all the noise
i got bluejean
dream
Katya Mills, 2013
http://kissilent.wordpress.com/2013/09/30/sudden-one
noon came and went
God gossiped about
on fm radio
Why are they
name dropping Jesus?
god i am tired
my neck and eyes hurt
all forty years of me
fall apart
Tomorrow when the
sky turns
i will roar like a tiger
to the whistle of steam
i will suck on ceramic
and coffee and cream
fuck all the noise
i got bluejean
dream
Katya Mills, 2013
Labels:
companion piece,
deuce,
flash,
haiku,
micro,
poem,
short short,
smoke-long,
sudden
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