Happy New Year. My intention (less unforgivingly binding than a resolution) is to post twice a week as briefly as possible: to float lightly through the Kidlitosphere without compromising the Charterschoolapposphere.
Today's Poetry Stretch at The Miss Rumphius Effect is to write a shadorma, a six-line form with a prescribed syllable count of 18.104.22.168.7.5. The word "shadorma" made me hungry.
on the spit
of night. carve
juicy slices onto white
sheets of pita bed.