Stories tagged “language”
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Engagement
They had first met in the park and it was there that they returned for the occasion. “So. Here we are.” “Yes.” He coughed, scratched his head, adjusted his tie and took her by the hand. They walked to the bench and sat beneath t...
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On Language
Grammar, lexicon Our linguistic constructs are Particles of thought
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Chips
A child shyly approaches the food counter at the latest tourist attraction she and her brothers had just run round. Quietly she asks the server for more chips, glancing nervously back at her family seated at a plastic table, surrounded by other familie...
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For Grandpa...
I didn’t really understand at first why it was such a big deal. It was just a language that nobody used anymore. Well, virtually nobody. Nobody I knew under the age of fifty anyway. For all intents and purposely it wasn’t just a dying langu...
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Note To Self
Today— Make sure You take your Stature in nature And set something Solid in said cement. Trace and imprint love And tell her it never went.
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Existential
Within a world Lips curled Tight to the tongue Exhaling a lung Of swirled words— They come unclung From this conscience I’m among.
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Lost Thoughts
Watered phrases Sprout acres of Hallwayed mazes Lost thoughts Wander through Each fictional avenue My mind grew
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Collective Bone
Language Is the expulsion The power of a thought Is its primal place of propulsion… That is To say it’s All its own— Housed within Our collective bone
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I Wasn't Able
I wasn’t able To complete insight Speaking sweet and slight So I twanged my mental cable Reverberating in the dust of darkness— Revealing what was too bright and unstable To explain I still wasn’t able To explain Before it pooled li...
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What I Expect
I expect To remain Invested in The interests Of these tiny Insect tests If linguists List me The best Pest-peeve Of poetry I’d say thanks And accept it Humbly (That’s a back handed compliment, btw, in case you think my melon’s swell...
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A Poem About The Craft
A tasteless word Twists like a vapor The pen and paper escapist heard Blurred in the mist that he conjured Assured like, “My poetry isn’t that absurd!”
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Blurring Liqueur Language
What have you decreed Before you d® ied (—) Leave (s) ? What Have you seen When you’ve tried? Please, Tell me why Tiger eyed, black iris, Moving as they slide wide Proving what soothes inside I’d Like Steel teeth To clench throa...
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Aim by Prayer
Gut check time, Denton thought to himself, Man up. bear down. Cowboy up. Time for the big boy pants. With a deep breath he took stock of his motivational phrases; that was indeed the extent of ones he knew and felt were applicable at that moment. Based...
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There Was, In Fact, A Sign
“Hey, do you know where the bathroom is?” “No, but there’s a sign over there.” I looked toward where he had pointed; there was, in fact, a sign. “Thanks.” I paused. “Wait, but if you know where the sign is, how do you not know where...
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Poker Poetry
So I raise everything you know To call Would take all Of the names for snow Every pronunciation of love Linked with every lyrical vocal Language and math And a by hand biograph Written in sanskrit With a paw of a kitten To raise Would take a hedge m...