• Poetry,  Writing

    One Saturday Afternoon As I Was Kidnapped by Aliens

    by I go through major phases where I flirt with poetry. In the last few years, that’s mostly been expressed as haiku, a form I appear to be having a serious love affair with, but I’ve worked with all kinds of different forms and lengths. A few years ago, I set out to compose an epic poem using the title of this post. It was going to be grand, sweeping, heroic, and tell a tale in iambic tetrameter. It began like so: In late July, the summer breeze Stirring gently through the trees, Brings the scent of last bloomed rose And grass crushed ‘tween unclad toes. High above, in sky…