Month: Apr 2022
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GloPoWriMo Day 30: A Cento Poem
Te Dominus Amat (a cento poem) And Te Dominus amat was all you said.Like a dream that makes youwant to go back to sleep. Magnified applesappear and disappearwith shades and echoes of whispered vespers by a hissing lamp.Blue-horned beetles scratchagainst the night sky, and Te Dominus amat was all you said. Lines 1 and 10:…
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New Chapter at Washing Dragons
Volume 1 Chapter 5.5 is available to read at That’s No Way to Wash a Dragon. A Fish Named Spot ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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GloPoWriMo Day 29: First 48 Hours
A Poem After Frank O’Hara’s Why I am Not a Painter The First 48-Hours of Motherhood this small thing that shrieksand hollers, and shatters my edges it thinks it’s something vitallike rain or heaven what is it trying to say, never sureif it’s mad and sane, or stupid or not does its thoughts stretch as…
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GloPoWriMo Day 28: On the Road
Cow On The Road The old cowstands in the rain, elementally green,singing its vapours and eating bruisedred fuchsia bells. Its song’s nothing special, no stories, news,no talk overheard, and it devoursour views of luminous doom,and just listens. Today’s prompt for NaPoWriMo Day 28: write a concrete poem. I spent all morning trying without success. There’s a…
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On Visual Verse
I’m delighted that The Woman Wore Red is published by Visual Verse this month. If you have spare minute, pop on over for a read. Every month, Visual Verse offers a new image for ekphrastic inspiration, one hour to write 50-500 words (prose or poetry). The editorial staff select 100 of their favourites from the submissions. It’s fun. It’s…
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Magnetic Poetry: #1 A Cadralor Poem
A Cadralor Poem from Magnetic Word Tiles I.I recall it asa windor a shinelike a dream languagelike the will of sky. II.I recallflat bottom cloudsdowny grey and pouting,and wearing tallwhite hats. III.I recall it asa scent of snappingair, and it seemedtoo full andready to burst. IV.I recall learningthat angels live on clouds,and God spokea language…
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GloPoWriMo Day 26: Duplex Sonnet
Silken Dust stretches the air like silk,Up in the loft, space for old things. Photos. Old papers of no importance.Winter clothing. A rocking horse. School books with their little words.A million little words. My red shoes.I danced in them once. I haven’t danced in years.It was a time on the edge. There’s a mystic quality…
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GloPoWriMo Day 26: Blithe Green
Spring’s Blithe Green Spring is a superior language,clean and quick, and gearedto come straight at you with itspistons jumping like baby birds,who are twice as noisy and franticas seems reasonable, and thenblithe green wells up in you, mixeswith your blood, and smothersyou with colours bright enoughto blind the sky with its words. And then you…
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GloPoWriMo Day 25: Aisling Poem
An Aisling: A Dream of Weeds She stood theretrue, tall, and buxom,hips ripe as sunshine, and ivy twisting around her wrist.A lattice green, knotweedspiralling up one leg, and dandelions, and daisies,and choke weed tanglingin her hair.She is faceless, the colour of sand, though not quite blonde,and not quite as grey asthe weather falling like arelic…
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GloPoWriMo Day 24: Noir Harvest
The Noir Harvest When a river risesyou can’t see what’s underneath.She didn’t see the change,and couldn’t remember whenhis tone turned, as if his every wordwas pointed as a wood splinter.He breathed between each word,punctuating punches,rapid, spittled, as if drowning inhis own skin.And he wastoo close to her face,his lungs like gills gulpingup the air that…
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