I am participating in a writer's workshop at Peninsula College with writer-in-residence Nancy Rawles. Its pretty exciting to be thinking about writing again, after quite the hiatus, and to be starting to dust off my pen and paper.
Today in class I was reminded of a form of poetry I know as Hike-U. Nancy Rawles referred to it today as American Sentences, and stated it was something Allen Ginsberg (who, if you're not familiar with him, was an amazing Beat poet) started. I figured there was no better way to get back into the swing of things than with a short and sweet one-liner. So here for your reading pleasure, two new ones, and three from years back...
Crickets chirp in the velvet dark, inquiring to the others' nights.
Chaos ensues around me, children screaming and running wild.
Eyes nod shut as the students grow weary of her incessant droning.
The digital hollow zero holds no solace – "no new messages."
Musty pages lock away secrets uncovered only in reading.