Category: Girlie On The Edge
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29 February: for SSS “Nail”
9 Those numbers that perch on fences,at front doors, the number of planets, number combinationson telephone lines like worry beads. They gather in groups of leaves,in Navaratnas, in enneagrams, in graveyards, they call outtheir name in the peal of church bells. They jab at our dreams,in the circles of hell, the muses, at flocks of…
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21 February: 6SS Passing
What happens When You Fall Asleep to Music My head is filledwith the long stretched stringsof a hundred violins. And one cello whose cry hangslike a suspended thunder storm. This percussionwill beat down the Gates of Troy. Clashing, those triple brass cymbals.Those spears of flames, fierce as joy. Out of Homer, these soundspass through me…
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14 February: for 6SS
Tides Her eyeshave more and moreof the past in them.Shadowsthat cover the cold oceanwith healing indifference. She wants totake to the shifting windsand lift anchor, be washed outon a tide. Washed outacross the sandbanksin a small boat with a taut sail. It’s a picture an innocent heart might draw. And there she wouldfind herself, and…
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8 February: Not Forever but Something Still
This week’s Six Sentence Story (SSS), which calls for 6 sentences including the word game, is written in a poetic form called a Cadralor. It’s a poem of 5, unrelated, numbered stanzaic images, each of which can stand alone as a poem (in this case prose) of fewer than 10 lines, and optionally constrains all…
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1 January: SSS “Task”
Nothing Much A few red bricks from the demolished chimney, and the curve of the driveway is all that’s left to show that a house stood here once, where every December Christmas lights hung in scallops from the iron guttering, blinking on and off all night until one of the neighbours complained that it set…
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4 November: Twenty-Two Seconds in 1974
Twenty-Two Seconds in 1974 Wake up, he whispers in her ear.She turns over, her eyes unwilling to release the last dusting of sleep.Those brown eyes of his; those brown eyes.And he says “Do you trust me?”“Do I trust the man who drugged me last night? No.” she says.And then she grins that sort of grin…
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