What is #OHJ?

Micropoetry | Haiku | Gogyohka | Tanka | Senryu | Twaiku | 1-6 lines | 3-10 words

OHJ or ‘#ohj‘, is a twitter-based hashtag daily word game created by Paul Nadolny.  Every day the micropoet provides two words from his twitter feed @OddlyStarry.  You create a tweet incorporating one or both words.  Make sure you tag the tweet with #OHJ or #ohj, so other players can find it easily.

Originally, OHJ stood for “Oddly Haunted Journey”, because in October 2011, Paul conceived this as a one month game leading up to Halloween.  Now the letters mean something different each month, depending on the monthly theme.

Visit his website to find out more.

LIVE #OHJ MICROPOETRY FROM TWITTER
Here are the latest ohj micropoems & prose live from twitter. Twitter hastag: #ohj (some tweets below may not be poems)

If we change the venue to culinary studies, would the propaedeutic then be appetizers or simple prep work? #ohj

~quiet fever ~change mitre in character ~live, loosen up fear #ohj #hangtenstories #haikuchallenge #artwiculate #tenwords #micropoetry

Today’s words are “change” and/or “propaedeutic”. Let’s take an Oddly Hungry Journey! #ohjDailyWords #ohj bit.ly/N9yibo

#ohj 11/13 Upon her death we found her note stained with spilled sangria with her own blood she wrote good bye, maybe I'll see ya in the fires hell

It should be noted they served sangria at afternoon tea! Oh, well, when in Spain, I suppose… #ThePush #ohj

Too many sangrias and that naughty note became an intrigue only time and touch could welcome. #Ohj

Today’s words are “note” and/or “sangria”. Let’s take an Oddly Hungry Journey! #ohjDailyWords #ohj bit.ly/N9yibo

Soon high-sun thin roads will swell By cart and horse and village bell Fulsome sorrow, by will un-shown That every prayer may hold its own Full Fate, love the son just grown Wait death, as flesh and twisted bone Come mourning, silent-safely home. #Ohj (2)

Flow vermillion congregants’ soul Slow, unmoving, faceless, cold By piton’s loose, there lost his hold Tumbling gripped to faithless stone In Spring they’ll seek his body whole Wailing, kiss the corpse she’d known. #Ohj (1)