Not Enough

Use Your Tongue” was supposed to be tanka-prose. But I fell in pure lust with one (or 3) line-breaks, and had to write the piece as free verse. The poem below would’ve been the tanka part of it. I’m still thinking of linking the two at some point in some sort of almost tanka-prose, or in an experiment in free verse with tanka in it. Write and see, I guess…

Not Enough

Hands are not enough
to hold my mind, use your words,
feed me cared for verbs—
my flesh will not thrive on grunts
while my soul is fed silence.

– linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

“Gaijin Geisha”, by Shelle Kennedy


She likes creatures. And comfort. Seriously. She suggested we indulge in them, told us to “write about something simple that gives [us] comfort.” I couldn’t think of anything comforting that had creatures in it. So… I went for a tanka piece that explores some of my favorite things to play with, when distraction is desired: weird words, wordplay… I hope it gives you a giggle or 3. It gave me multiples. I’m freakishly lucky like that. 😉


I delight in tongues
full of strange and stirring
words that mind-tickle.
Manustupration is good,
nature’s first chirogymnast.

the wee notes…
Manustupration: an archaic (and wholly cool) word for masturbation.
Chirogymnast: a mechanical contrivance for exercising the fingers of a pianist.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Creature Comforts.

from Mrs. Byrne’s Dictionary of Unusual, Obscure, and Preposterous Words