Month: Jun 2019
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Flash Fiction Prosery
Flash Fiction: Prosery 144 words Dead I am dead. I don’t know the how or the why of it. Or even the when of it. Details. Details. These things are unimportant. That information is in the past, it’s for the living to unravel, they want to know how it happened, they need the science of…
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Double Quadrille #81
A Dragon’s Dream I’m dwarfed by mountains rising from the shore. I’m watched over by the moon. My centre point in the sky. Watch me. I can fly. Milky clouds stretch like a python in the night, and I walk warm shallows of waves that recoil at my touch. I can fly. The sun rises,…
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Refrains
From One Refrain to the Next Back then, when I lived life as if it were a song, when each minute was a note, each day its refrain, when a rude suggestion could make me blush red, back then I thought I’d be content to reach 50, maybe die blowing out my birthday candles. Back…
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PB’s Exercise #2
FOR PB’S BUILDING POETRY EXERCISE #2 1. A proper walk requires a red flannel shirt. The colour of iron rust. Or a strawberry stain. 2. My feet scuff through autumn leaves. My shoes lift dust from dust. 3. Old Myths and a Long Thirst And it’s a lie that a pebble quenches thirst. Tie a…
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