Of love & things endured

The things

I endured

To love you

& then when

Life took

Its momentous


I had to

Become more

For myself

To survive

For you

I needed to

Love everyone

& you

As much

As I could

& accept

That that

Was all

I could do

If you

Could have


That I had


Left in me

But I did

What was expected

Of me anyway

Now I’ve had

The time to


I understand

What we made

I have come

To […]

Of love & things endured

© Niliema Karkhanis

Authour’s note: a poem for day 14 of a month of poetry 2021


You cogitate
About it
It is
An idea
To meditate

All solutions

This one principle
Of recuperation

Over & over

The anticipation of…

You dear

Had I not had you
I’d’ve learned nothing

Is something
It’s everything


All that is shaken

Eventually broken

Shattered like glass
Somehow we pass
Through the eclipses
The celestial grasps

& all of our wonderlust
Is answered at last

© Niliema Karkhanis

For Your daily word prompt ‘cogitate’

Wiktionary definition & etymology of the the word cogitate

Authour’s note: a poem for day 13 of a month of poetry 2021.

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Glass houses

At once
At once

Resonance & reverberation

Of enigma & conversation

A heart drawn through ephemeral condensation

Love means
We know it

& closing

Glass houses
Your cake
You can
Eat too
You can’t
You want to

Is everything

Isn’t it a collection of stones though

Isn’t that
What it’s
About hegemony
& not about love?

This time

You could see
It all
The sheer

The sheened
Of freshly

Even still

You still

You still went last

© Niliema Karkhanis

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt ‘glass’

Authour’s note: a poem for day 13 of a month of poetry 2021. A mix of alluding to glopowrimo optional prompt for day 13 about the news, & a story in & of itself.

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After storms

As winter leaves

I remember our

Moonlit walk

Through snow

In ice storm

Sharp cold

Winter night

We would

Embrace the wind


& all

Convincing ourselves

To do an errand

Yet really wanting for

The after of storms

Moon high full

Hopes too

The mystical

City sparkling

In glow

Under haze & stars Cushion

Of soft snow

Gripping our

Steps with

Crisp sounds

Making our way


The inclement

Aspect lost

On us

In our moonlit

Walk Being now

With […]

After storms

© Niliema Karkhanis

Authour’s note: a poem 13 for a month of poetry 2021.

Of copying, proximity & plagiarism

I was considering writing a poem. But I’m a little bit grumpy beyond writing poetry at the moment so I’m gonna bloggy blog which I rarely do. I’m gonna rant about poetry writing for a bit.

Plagiarism & copying are icky on a good day. & like it’s a big topic in academia. I’m not going to talk much about that, because the solution to plagiarized essays, largely lies in post-secondary school & grading reform; with notable exceptions for leeway to not be dealt out, as it consistently tends to be, for the greatest offenders, the most privileged among students.

Affluenza is a big motivator for a lot of things done & often blamed for existing amongst marginalized people, for reasons I think we all understand.

But…it takes a special kind of annoying writer to do this with creative writing, & especially with poetry.

Because witaf would you write poetry for publication for, if you couldn’t think of anything original to say? Like why even? It must be so frustrating & defeats the entire purpose of writing poetry.

Good poetry & poetic craft, including poetic prose forms come from a very visceral & subconscious place. You can’t fake that in the long term. It comes off as contrived.

Poetry is like music. It’s a practice of instrumentation & composition. It also shares qualities with painting & drawing & fine art in general as well. I would argue also, journalism, science & philosophy. Because of the importance of observation, experimentation, coding & semiotics.

Copying is completely counter-intuitive to writing poetry. It goes against what poetry is.

If you want to be good at poetry: learn everything you can about everything & copy none of it.

Grapple with it.

Develop a unique aesthetic that’s informed.

This next one is important, especially for English language poets: stop living in the past & in the so-called ‘cannon’ or like Harry Potter. Read more & different things. Listen to the world & listen to people.

Poetry is everywhere & it’s everything. It’s not Latin & Greek Classics + Jane Austen or some shit. You will not get much original in form or content out of your weird Victorian nostalgia, I guarantee it.

This is the biggest problem I see with poets who copy & plagiarize. They have very limited or superficial interests in literature. Period.

That’s why, someone like Kafka, is unique in the ‘cannon’, because he worked at a desk job in a bank, & he used that in his writing. He had a crisp clear style like you would use to write a memo or a letter, juxtaposed with a completely surreal, allegorical kind of parable style of writing.

So he could write these really interesting stories, in a very almost matter of fact delivery. He was both completely literary & completely immersed in the every day & his own reflections.

& btw, he was insecure about his writing, & he wasn’t walking around being a bully about it like some people…he was shy & hid his writing, another sad marker of a lot of serious & good artists.

We can be bold & share, but still recognize that he was such a meticulous, careful & beautiful writer, & he hardly showed that work to anyone…that’s how much he cared about the craft itself.

Such a perfectionist, he couldn’t bring himself to finish many of his brilliant works; many of which have been published without endings, post-mortem, because his bff was like ‘um nope these are really amaze & they can’t go in the trash can!!!’ Thank you to that guy. Omg.

Of course we don’t even read him in English classes, even though his work translates very well & has been well translated…that’s how silly & limited English language & literature education is…

I like flowery words too sometimes. But like…using them in place of a story or really working on the process, the movement of a poem, is a big mistake.

Certain linguistic flourishes & arcane vocabulary should be used musically & aesthetically, where applicable, not to cover up the stench of derivative & conceptually vapid writing.

Having been plagiarized/copied twice in the last year alone, I can tell you, it’s really not a good look…

Living in the past + derivative writing, & referring to like Thoreau, Wordsworth, Plath & Bukowski or like Attwood & King, ad nauseam, isn’t going to make you an original writer. I promise you. Branch the fuck out.

As I said, poets & poetry are everywhere.

Stop copying. Stop it.

It must be extremely frustrating to write poetry from the places I just criticized.

This has everything to do with the devaluing of poetry & a misplaced snobbish literary definition of poetry, which consciously or unconsciously excludes poetic forms & learning which don’t trace back to like Greek dramas & Chaucer.

& it’s affecting access (as it’s designed to do) for a lot of people who are influenced by other things.

I mean I love a lot of mid 20th-century writing from around the world. But is that all I love? No never. Because I also recognize its context & realize there’s soooo much other exciting creativity out there.

I also love contemporary art & poetry across genres. I love ancient Buddhist writings, just to name a few of my interests.

I get inspired by things such as reading fashion magazines, zines, even fliers; as would a collagist, bricolaging different materials & making something new & original…not by copying, by engaging & grappling with the material.

Anyway. Rant out. But like stop copying, & start writing from deep within yourself.

Develop your own style while you learn technique, just as you would with drawing, for example.

Not happy to be excluded from things by people who baffle me. Poetry is the last thing I would write & show to people if I couldn’t be original…

In fact, when I can’t make the poetry I want to, I do turn to other forms of writing & art. Because honestly, it would be to me like writing a song specifically for piano, without a piano.

It makes no sense.

© Niliema Karkhanis

Authour’s note: hopefully my little essay here will also address the intensely arrogant attitude that felt it could literally comment on my professional poetry website about ‘what prose is,’ like I don’t know wtf I’m talking about.

& the one that thought they could just rip my original words right off unapologetically 🙃

P.s. & regarding the concluding sentence of my essay, you’re not John Cage. So don’t even…

Further developments in: is prose prose?

Imagine excluding someone based on a set of rules you invent the next time around.

Updated poetry references which aren’t racist would also be a bonus. Lol & we’re not 12.

& it’s not lost on me that you excluded me from your little thing, & your writing in particular, as of late, is so suspiciously in proximity to my style, that it’s embarrassingly uncomfortable…

But go on 🙂


I can’t
I just can’t

Or maybe

I can’t

A lot

I try to
Of this
& that

That I
I cannot

I mean
I overcome
Most things

As we do

Yet some


Danger is
Not a

& yet
Each & every

It is

Some crafts
Are apprenticed
Rather slowy

& some
Skills are
At lightning

As if
A microchip
In your head

For the record
I don’t want a
Microchip in
My brain

For the record
I’m lo-fi
That way

© Niliema Karkhanis

Authour’s note: for day 12 of a month of poetry 2021.

A consciousness stream.

For Your Daily Word Prompt ‘tyro’

wiktionary definition & etymology of tyro

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The tidy ways

We present our messes

The ways we try &

Perfect ourselves

Letting go

We hold on

To things

© Niliema Karkhanis

For the Pick Me Up Poetry prompt 13/52 to write a 25-word poem (click go below then scroll down on the original post to ‘authour’s notes’ for a link to PUMP’S amazing 52 prompts)

Authour’s note: poem 12/30 for a month of poetry 2021

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I guess

I guess
I couldn’t
How to

I think
I just
To what
They said
& focused
On priorities

As much as
I’m kind
Of maybe
Only getting
It partially

Like I’m trying
You know
I’m always

I’m sorry
I just

It’s not that
It’s out of
My hands

It’s that
I can’t
Be good
At things
I can’t
Be good at

I suppose, if you’d accepted my body. The make up of my body, you would have considered what it needed. What I needed. What I am. I am. I…

I just. I just. I just wanted us to have an entropy of phenomenon. Like an exception.

I guess
I guess

I am good
At rules
& I’m
Bad at rules

More & more
They say
That’s good

It is good
Isn’t it?

What isn’t good
Should break

For all
That is broken

© Niliema Karkhanis

Authour’s notes: a final poem for day 11 of a month of poetry 2021.

I really have been working with consciousness streaming a lot. It’s a very effective way I have found to reach for the way I have processed ideas, experiences & emotions.

I’m playing with repetition here. & how I genuinely speak or lose words or think about things in song or in poetry.

Just thought I’d share some more in-depth writing process stuff, because the last couple of months really have me thinking about it again, especially as I’m writing more & developing more long-term themes & detailing my world-building more & more.

As a thought in conclusion, I’m mentioning the spontaneous writing flow work here because I truly believe if you practice tapping into this part of your brain function with respect to writing, you never have to copy anyone.

If you trust your gut & all your experiences with words. & I mean things like working a photocopy machine or filling out waybills for mailing packages or writing stories or writing social media posts, book reports, jokes…all of it.

Those are the 2 key places original writing comes from: ‘the back of your mind’, & from your experiences with life & language.

You never have to feel insecure in a way that you have nothing to say. All writers have the 2 things I have discussed here. & if you write from these 2 places, simultaneously, you will find uniqueness beyond your own imagination even.

Even boredom can be very creatively motivating…but that’s a topic for another time.

Thanks for reading. Please like &/or share if you feel like it. 💜

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Time machine

It was a memorable
Moment when
You brought home
The news

For the first time
They knew
That the time
Would renew

& they go forward
In a time machine
To live out regret

Only this time
There’d be a chance
To do it all over again
But differently this time

Counting notes
Counting rythms
This is my favourite


We’re singing

We’re going

& going

The matrix
It takes you
Away from
All wrong

Fixing the
Of all what
Went wrong

The first
Of September

Skip to

But wait
A memorable

No I don’t either
It got lost
In the æther

© Niliema Karkhanis

Authour’s note: a poem for day 11 of a month of poetry 2021.

For the Word of the Day Challenge prompt ‘memorable’

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