
Today’s Constraint: SINGE
Today’s poems all captured small moments of burn—nothing catastrophic, just that quick flash where something goes slightly wrong. A hem gets scorched, whiskey bites on the way down, a dish fails in the kitchen, or something odd happens at home. The constraint worked because singe is brief and precise—it’s not destruction, just a mark. The group leaned into that, showing how a tiny misstep can still leave a lasting impression.