Poetic Form: Anaphora

Anaphora is the repetition of a word or expression at the beginning
of successive phrases
Anaphora comes from the Greek word for “carrying up or back”
Anaphora is the repetition of a word or expression at the beginning
of successive clauses
Anaphora often resembles a litany
Anaphora is the repetition of a word or expression at the beginning
of successive sentences
Anaphora is one of the oldest poetic techniques
Anaphora is the repetition of a word or expression at the beginning
of successive verses

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Hands

hands
thin as spider legs
stronger than steel
trace draconic runes
across my skin
igniting vessels
of blood
as I lay
alone in the dark

Poetic Form: Blackout Poem

A Blackout Poem is a type of found poem (to be discussed later) that is created by taking a piece of text, say a newspaper article or a page from the Bible, and removing words with a writing implement until a poem is formed. What makes the Blackout Poem different from other found poems is its visual and visceral nature. The act of physically redacting, erasing, until all that is left is art, brings to mine a surgeon or a chef cutting out the fat until all that is revealed is a perfect piece of flesh.

Toxic Poem

There once was a dragon who wrote
many tales and poems of note
she hid them away
among toxic decay
for a knight with the antidote.

Poetic Form: Acrostic

A letter in each line
Can be used to parsh out
Reasonable words and phrases
Only if the letters used
Start at the beginning
Thus forming a vertical
Informal riddle that even
Children can understand.

Why I Died Single

It was a pie.

Coconut cream pie to be exact.

There I was, munching on another slice of sin and attempting to write another sonnet (Sonnet Attempt Number 456, when suddenly my head falls into the fattest slice of pie this side of the Mississippi.

The waiter, an 18-year-old college student from UW, dropped his tray of dirty dishes when he saw me. Poor thing. He was so shaken up. He even started to cry.

Amongst the panicked-stricken staff and rubbernecking patrons, I was somehow rushed to the hospital where they pronounced me dead. February 14, 2020, at 1AM.

Technically, I was dead by 12:15am. I know because that was the time on my phone. I know because I was about to check my phone when my body collapsed. I know because I didn’t collapse with my body.

I still thought I was alive. Or dreaming. Or half-day-dreaming-half-food-coma. I don’t know. I just knew that I was sitting in my body one moment, and the next I was out of most of it… I say most because the rest was slipped off my shoulders and slumped on the table like a wet overcoat while I sat where my butt still was.

Getting out wasn’t a problem. It was kind of like slipping off a wetsuit, just not as wet and not as clingy. I did have help — the waiter, the EMT, the doctors, etc. They all moved my body without me in it.

And I followed, not knowing where else to go. The ambulance was, of course, cramped so I had to float above my body.

Such a surreal experience never felt so … Real…

I watched as they tried to resuscitate me. CPR. Defibrillator. But by the second time my body jumped with electricity off the bed, the doctors had to call it.

The immediate cause of death was asphyxiation due to coconut cream pie. But what caused me to face plant the pie was an aneurism.

Always thought chocolate would do me in, but that’s life. Never know what you’re going to get.

For a while, after they placed my body in the county’s morgue, I just floated there… All alone in the morgue. Not knowing what to do with myself.

As in life, as in death, am I right?

Twenty-nine years of life behind me, an eternity of death ahead of me, and I still cannot make up my mind what to do. Wasn’t there supposed to be light? A tunnel? A voice? A skeleton with a gardening tool? Or something?

No. There was nothing except my dead body in a metal freezer and me floating around. I don’t know how many days passed as I watched the mortician come and go, sometimes with files, sometimes with more bodies. There was no rush to contact relatives. All of mine have passed on long before me. Should I go looking for them in this after life? How do you find other dead people? Is there a Google maps for the dead?

As I floated, lost in thought (How would you even have host a site for the non-living?), my body was taken to be cremated, as per my last Will and Testament. I watched as the funeral director, the same man who walked me through my mother’s passing, lifted my body into the cremation casket, a simple light brown box with no metal handles and no cushions.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Ang Pagkatao ng Pilipino

Hello, my dragons and dragon lovers!

I will be one of six readers for an event celebrating Asian and Pacific Islander Heritage.

The topic of the reading is Being Filipino and what it means to be Filipino.

If you are in the Seattle area on May 19th, please stop by. The event is free and will include an open mic at the end.

I hope to see all you lovely writers and readers there!

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