Month: Dec 2017
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Twiglet #55
His Own Parody A new pencil can’t rewrite his narrative. His swagger. Stagger. Maniacal grin. He’s a skilled ghost with sticky fingers and muddy waters. Nevertheless, Happy birthday, Keith. Twiglet #55 “New Pencils” Keith Richards is 66-years old today.
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dVerse Haibun: 13.12.17
My man with white hair and eyes like sky, he whistles with robins and hums with bees, my cheerful man with grandchildren on his knee, arms reaching up for him, he’s easy, his breezy smile, and he’s my happy surprise, that man with white hair. My castle wall His round tower heart Pardon the day…
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Twiglet #54
Brass-Knuckle Rain Not that I understand such things as water. Water, like a spill on petals, a rip and razored rain. It’s a dark ask of the sun. for Twiglet #54 “Water Water”
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Wordle #329
A Hint of Siberia Without Producing a Passport Sub-zero wind is a hard nudge An assault A deep breath feels like your last It dropped into minuses overnight Blizzardy snow and icicles hanging hard as Sheffield Loose teeth aiming to fall And there goes the wind again Against the house a bashing steel bar at…
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dVerse Quadrille #46
A Too Brief Moment Did you listen to morning dew glisten, alas did you hear my footfall, shoeless, crunching grass. Ask yourself when you last heard silence. Last night we stood in Leicester Square, where fairy-lights dazzled the air, and I caught your still shadow next to mine. dVerse Quadrille #46 “crunch” and…
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Wordle #328
Together They were a Shipwreck He existed in a California Dreaming, as if betrayal and loss were minor abrasions, and Monday’s intelligence was a profound art. He thanked poetry and disasters for his inspiration. And she was shifting sunlight. Laughter never-settling. A thirsty sound of simple phrases that filled the air. Like party songs or…
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