… | Billy Antonio
father/son talk
a language deeper
than silence
language poems
Whatevs | HR Creel
My granddaughter
speaks to me
with phrases like
Whatevs,
a tiny sponge
for vernacular, my
only hope being
that I can still
translate as time
flies by.
Asymmetry | Stan Morrison
Deserve?
What an amorphous word!
“I really didn’t deserve that.”
“He got just what he deserved.”
Is there a deserve committee?
Does it have international units?
Deserve is more like a bullseye
Drawn around some stray arrow
That landed I know not where
What are you talking about?
Those Are Fighting Words | Camille Clark
Two verbs sparred
in the dust until noon,
Returning with knuckles
broken and teeth dented,
They waited for healing
from other words,
But there was only taunting
from the nouns and adverbs,
Only description of the fight
from the adjectives.
Typo | Cattail Jester
Set of words and letters
that don’t add up, simply
an unfortunate misspelling
when I could have added
up so something more.
They will say, “If only his
A had been in a better place
or for the love of B.”
Argot | JD DeHart
I’ve learned some
traces of travel language
but still sit alone
in a room full of others,
I have caught some
syllables here and there,
can imitate certain sounds
and movements…
But a sentence? Oh,
forget it, I’m lost in posing,
too busy try to make
meaning of the minute
regions of a language
I’m craving and resisting.
Wordplay | Ananya S. Guha
Criticism is not critique
nor is it critical
or criticizing, critical
wordplay is not useless
nor is criticism. Having been
taught it I am critical of those who taught me for
not critiquing adequately,
only indulging in resonant
wordplay.
Now after learning all that
I sport a modernist pant
and a post modernist shirt.
Wordplay.
When I want to say “regards” I say instead “cheers” or “best”.
Wordplay.
Criticism is not critiquing
nor criticism. I’ll leave it
at that and go to my post post modernist bed.
A Focus on Gesture | JD DeHart
Where did these various
signs and gesticulations
bubble up from? The bottom
of bleachers, candy wrapper
comics, bathroom stalls?
Were they taught to us
by some kindly giant
with a Scottish name? And
where does language come
from, after all, a seamstress
of sound sitting in our
mind with nothing better to
do but unravel words?
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