Category: daily worku

2 September

Posted on September 3, 2026 By admin

RULER gave today’s poets two very different tools: something that measures, and someone who holds power. That split produced a particularly nice range of sub-genres. Diana uses the literal ruler as an old-school instrument of discipline, while Debbie takes the same object into pure zappai-like absurdity, felling an entire eucalyptus tree just to make one. Robo and Mark turn toward senryu-like Worku, where rulers govern corrupt realms or finally pack up when freedom arrives. It’s a good example of how one ordinary word can measure inches in one poem and power in the next.

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1 September

Posted on September 2, 2026 By admin

Some Worku days give us friendly words. Today was not one of them. REMIX is easy enough to understand, but several of the words needed to reach it—particularly REIFY, REMIT, IDIOM, and RELIC—make a natural 17-syllable poem a serious piece of constraint engineering. That difficulty produced an interesting spread of sub-genres. Lari stays closest to haiku-like Worku, with cool water, an eel, and a failed attempt that ends in a changed bait. Debbie and Mick move toward zappai-like Worku, turning REMIX into, respectively, an urgently needed wedding track and a hastily revised escape plan. On days like this, part of the pleasure is seeing not whether the machinery disappears completely, but just how cleverly each poet manages to keep it running.

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31 August

Posted on September 1, 2026 By admin

MOUND invited two very different kinds of Worku today. The senryu-like poems pile up baseball pressure, contaminated groceries, unpaid bills, money, and proverbial advice. The zappai-like poems discover how irresistible the sound of MOUND is beside words like HOUND, WOUND, BOUND, and POUND. Mark handles that temptation especially well: the rhyme chain never becomes the whole point because there is still a goofy found puppy underneath it all. That’s one of the pleasures—and traps—of a constraint like MOUND: sometimes sound gives you the poem, but the poem still has to give the sound somewhere to live.

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This week’s theme: sound

Posted on August 31, 2026August 31, 2026 By admin

Noise. Music. Voices. Silence. Something heard—or something conspicuously absent. You don’t have to write “Sound.” Let us hear something.

30 August

Posted on August 31, 2026 By admin

INTEL naturally pushes Worku toward secrets, evidence, suspicion, and things we may—or may not—believe. That makes today’s group largely senryu-like, with human deception and judgment doing much of the work. Diana questions a smuggler’s information, Robo plants a false trail, and auntie jj turns a staged fight and stained rug into a miniature solved case. Mark and Lari veer toward zappai-like Worku, where intelligence becomes an excuse for grotesque food and comic forensic deduction. Mick takes the quieter route: a spy is buried with grief, shame, and finally his INTEL. Today the information matters, but whether we can trust it matters even more.

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