performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
A JND Disappearing
Feel...invisible jnd barely noticeable slow fading away... ......... The acronym JND stands for "Just Noticeable Difference". It is a concept in psychology that refers to the smallest detectable difference between two stimuli, or the minimum change in stimulation that a person can detect. This concept is crucial in understanding perception thresholds in various sensory modalities.
By Antoni De'Leon4 days ago in Poets
Discarded Souls: The Old Woman & The Old Robot
INTRODUCTION In the year 2230, faces are no longer fixed things. People shift. Machines shift. Even memories shift, flickering like old film reels caught between timelines. The characters you meet in these fragments — the Old Woman and the Old Robot known as Echo — may appear in different forms, bodies, or styles, depending on which recovered file you’re viewing. This is not a mistake. It is the nature of shape‑shifter stories.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 days ago in Poets
Unstoppable
There's a moment in every woman's life when she realizes she's done shrinking. Done apologizing. Done carrying the weight of expectations that were never hers to begin with. That moment.... that spark... is where transformation begins. It's where the world's attempts to drown her only teach her how to breathe deeper. It's where every push against her becomes the force that launches her higher.
By Sara Wilson5 days ago in Poets
Pornographic Venn Diagramming
It's all performative, all damned to death and back. Born we are into this system of crippled development. Portrayed as enlightenment, but the reality is anything but. . I have long rallied against such realities, despite the burial of my past innocence, forgotten sanctity. . I wrote down some thoughts: . Well hallelujah Spread thin Tongue twisting tautogrammic takes of trauma and triumph Male shame and toxicity mixed with a little alienation and Oh oh the resentment Wafer thin . Xenophobia and the hardened husk of hatred and illegitimate anger and distrust we have become . . Desperation . . The secret language of the sextape . . Pornographic Venn diagramming . The shame, oh the . Shame? . Generation after generation closed off and colder . Heart unresponsive as the irresponsible as the moral vocal cords for the majority . . Minorities kerbed, chided . . We become the grotesque we loathe . . All our yesterdays forgotten The abstract replaces the grounded In an instant . . We become the loathsome grotesque . . All our tomorrows forgotten The grounded replaces the pure In an instant . . We become the grotesque we loathe . . I have become that which I hate. As I bring down the hammer of the gods of inconsequence and their wards, the stupid and stationary, I feel the shame. . . Shame? . . Slàinte. . . Merci beaucoup Oui, oui Ventus, ventus. . . Lilith adores. Diana engorges the might of Artemis and the cynicism of Perseus. . . As I look to the mirror and dismay shoots through like a sgian-dubh of truth, claidheamh-mòr, I lift my Lochaber axe and punish the impure because I dare not face my own. Targe laid down. The dirk plunges into my neck by the phantom of reason. . . Fire. Fire. Fire. . . Water. Ice. . . Novocaine. . . Any D&D players available.Start writing...
By Paul Stewart5 days ago in Poets
