Stories

Poems of suffering and peace from a nearly forgotten master. Hans Ehrenbaum-Degele was killed in action in July, 1915, 26 years of age. His partner and friends brought out his Das tausendste Regiment ("The Thousandth Regiment") posthumously in 1917. Whether or not his work has been ignored because he was Gay, it's time to bring his name forward and place it with the other great WW1 poets, where he has always belonged.

The dietary laws of Leviticus in Dr. Seuss form, unfortunately without the illustrations.

This is a series of once and future dances, echoes and dreams from the long, discontented solitude enforced by the pandemic. I dedicate it to a man whose friendship and fire have burned constant through this everlasting night.

Only 884 words, but all of them are from the bible itself.

Words from my past.

Medieval Japan. A master and servant get stranded on a lonely road. Across the moor, a haunting songs leads them to a humble shack at dusk.

Read and find out if dreams are nightmares we really can control or not...

Love returned. Love rejected. Ecstasy and obsession.

My poetry collection for National Poetry Writing Month 2022.

Yes, I'm doing it again.

I'd like to thank Jan Hutchinson for providing daily prompts and @AC Benus for additional prompts and introductions of new poetry forms.

~Aditus

Last but not least: This wouldn't be possible without my friend and editor @Valkyrie.

A Selection of Robert Jentzsch Poems, Translated in English for the first time.

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A brief encounter in a bar, but one that turns out to be uniting in spirit.