Month: Apr 2019
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Day 9
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 27 iBook version). A shadow rolled in as spring passed. Stretching thin and flat as hair. Days are fading away. Forgotten kisses still alive at the door. We pretended to find solace in a knothole. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, […]
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Day 8 pm
8 April: And I’m surprised that he doesn’t have a lucky number. He grins, pauses, as if considering we might have less in common than he thought, and he asks, Do you have one? … and I say, No, of course I don’t. Now this is not unexpected because his consistent complaint about me, besides […]
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Day 8
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 19-25 iBook version). Life is water. It floated out the door, hardly audible. But death, that’s bleak. A dark. It’s haunted. It didn’t scream or whisper, but still, its mask froze. That day went on and on. Still.And hollow. for […]
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Day 7
two poems for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 7 “Jealous” I. Brief Because life is brief, I wake early, and then late to bed. No real dread or regret do I give time. Not like a sunflower’s surrender or winter’s blackened apples. Life is luminous, a tide with a degree of knee-jittering uncertainty, and I […]
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Sentences for PB
A proper walk requires a red flannel shirt My feet scuff through autumn leaves and moss I want a cat the colour of carrots My secrets sank into a silty lake Two grey squirrels race around the garden Wind embraced the corn, then blew it down. Rain on the lake writes its own song Sun! […]
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Day 6
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 18 iBook version). Momma was fairy-tale fresh. A pearly knotted glide. She was small. And intimate. I need another bath. And a splashy dress. Also viewable at Tumbr for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 6 “After (blank)“ Afterwards After we […]
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Day 5
for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 5 “Steal” Small Apples He stole a look. No bigger than small apples, or green weeds. And my heart was his. He, flaxen, fair, and porcelain. Me, his pinpricked doll. This is a reworked piece from today’s “Found Poetry” remix of “Flowers In The Attic” by VC […]
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Day 4
for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 4 Painter’s Name About Constable This man wrote letters to his wife, signed them with endless love. That same hand loaded brushes with darkest weather, and nature’s trouble, slashed canvas with angry wind and grey contempt. His heart was nature’s fabric. His hands bodiless as he folded pigment greens […]
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Day 3
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 12-13 iBook version). The Facts Behind Icicles Momma was cut-velvet breathless, all diamond icicles — wouldn’t live two years. I know that now. It was early May, and she didn’t want whining, or crying. It would displace me. for PA’s […]
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for Twiglet 120
There’s eternity in waves, as constant as a clock that never stops. A Ginsberg’s American Sentence for Twiglet #120
It's Still Life 