What’s a twittle? — A twittle is a nutty poem in the class of a quatrain exactly one hundred alphabet letters a perfect workout for your brain © Carolyn Hastings 2022 And that’s a twittle in a nutshell! …

We’re making twittle history — Hi, I am the curator of twittles among many roles and titles I’m everyone’s twittle inspector and a pedantic letter counter I love reading others’ twittles But watch out! I scan them like a hawk One letter off the magic score Excuse me, we need to talk! If you’re the…

Timeline: December 1 — 31, 2023 — ✨ Let’s have fun with this one. Come and join us! ✨ Jangle the spangles (or click here) and you’ll see what we mean –

Paper Poetry’s month-long prompt is here! — Now’s the last month of the year, a time to reflect and remember in poetry sprinkled with rhyme Join us for Poember December! Yay, Poember is back!! Last year we ran Poember for the first time. We ran it in November as a month-long poetry event all about rhyme. We…

A Spring twittle — A fluttery of white butterflies flitter free from cocoon winged snowflake-like confetti delight many this afternoon © Carolyn Hastings 2023 Just imagine, walking along a suburban street on a glorious spring day — blue skies, sunshine, gentle breeze, balmy temperature… …and white-winged butterflies fluttering everywhere. A fluttery of butterflies! That’s…

One spirit keeps us together — ‘We started our journey together born in our African Eden without a story, the story became us what we achieved together as one growing together, loving together, learning together.’ James G Brennan, Birth, March 2021 Ubuntu, the tribal elders would say, I am because we are, One spirit keeps us together No matter…

Celebrating James G Brennan’s poetry — ‘There’s only one true way to put out this fire; we all become one again, one mind one heart one spirit joining together across oceans of hope.’ James G Brennan, Across Oceans of Hope James wrote these lines in March 2021 as part of his poetic exploration of ubuntu, the…

Fill the night sky with your eloquent prose — I stand here at the balcony of a place unfamiliar and let the night sky close in and embrace me oh, how I ponder and pray to the heavens Where are you, James? Surely you’re there yonder among the stars and the stardust an eternity of dreams unfathomable black holes you delved in so deep Andromeda Alpha Centauri Greek mythology their mysteries…

Holding my ground in an emotional storm of free verse — cumulonimbus mounting amassed on the now near once distant horizon intimidating all consuming so too the prospect of doom that waits to engulf me I stand firm hold my ground my countenance a fortress again against the puffed up might bluff and bluster instability mimics delusion I feel the tension turgid hot…