Category: Found & Remixed
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Day 2
Found from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews, pg 12-13 iBooks version. Stiff Upper Lips and Other Naff Myths 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. […]
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Day 1
Found in Prologue: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews. Also available on Tumblr Hope is Yellow. Like flowers. Yellow as sour gall. I hope I can write, grind the knife. I hope. for Writers’ Digest PA AprPAD Day 1: “morning” That Last Dream Before Waking behind closed eyes daybreak dreams are rising. […]
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Nudge #6
Lightnin’ Strikes, No Matter I Hang on to the Flowers on the Wall. Listen. The Sound of a Butterfly, Over and Over — O’ to be a Daydream. to Make the Empty World Go Away, You’re My Fever Time, Just My Way of Walkin’ Nudge 6: from a list of song titles and […]
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Miz Quickly’s Found-Deux
Found in Saturday Conversations at Fell House Gardens We are a taste of this – of styrofoam cups it’s always insane, up on the ceiling and under the floor, empty in the middle wherever that is. He fell in love with a drop of rain, spikes of red and yellow, a good morning, a coffee […]
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Thank You Frank O’Hara
Thank You Frank O’Hara One day I am thinking of New York, and I am wondering if wet heat drifts through the afternoon. We dust the walls, squalid against the drapes. Welcome me, if you will. Eyelids have storms — it is still raining Found poetry: lines sourced from various poem by Frank […]
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Found dVerse
Erasure source: “The Poem of the Future” by J.R. Solonche from Invisible. “Pulvis et umbra sumus” (We are but dust and shadow.) ― Horace, “The Odes of Horace”, written for dVerse
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2 July 2017: Remix
Heavy Fingers She hollowed out the tide raised me in a well with lightning bugs around my head a flood of roses like a little shrine and I raised hell like Frankenstein. It’s bigger than speaking Remixed from “Take Me to My Grandmother’s Shrine” by SC Machlay
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Twiglet #29
The 11:42 TRAIN TO LONDON This is the London Bridge service, a recorded announcement. Sorry. excuse me. a girl with a daisy chain tattoo takes the window seat. She’s talking on her phone. from Brighton the announcement continues I’m bloody annoyed too. I’m not his substitute, says the girl. She looks out the window. Excusez-moi […]
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Filling In Erasures
The Found Poetry Review continues the month of April with challenging prompts. Today’s is a fill-in-erasure gaps from another person’s poem. To discover the process and read my Found poem for Day 24, pop over to Thirty Days Poetry, Day 24
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Earth Day: Someone Out There Didn’t Like Trees
I was having a play this morning with image layers and erasure poetry, and this appeared from under layer 2. This is my offering to Earth Day. Someone Out There Didn’t Like Trees His feet took to the Saharan sun, wool socks frowned upon, less than correct dress in the red damn sand – dumped […]
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