Category: PA
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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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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 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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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 #12
Burning Up and Up I recall blue smoke rising like a genie from my cigarette. Catching the tide of air, lazing on an invisible byway. Curling down the hallway, up the stairs, up and up, and burning my future into a barren dessert. Two prompts combined. Nudge #12 Choose a myth, a fable,…
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Day 8: Hints of Something
Untitled She carried scent like a flower, as if garlands hung from her long slender neck. And she always carried a hankie – embroidered them with four-leaf clovers. Some with round red knots that looked like ripe apples. And she wore the same Harris tweed coat for years. It out lived her. NovPAD…
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