Category: PA
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A Housewife in a Tweed Coat and Sensible Shoes
A Housewife in a Tweed Coat and Sensible Shoes She ponders herself in the hallway mirror, powders her nose, just a bit – doesn’t want to look like a flour bin. Slicks on Copper Penny lipstick, then rubs her lips together, spreading it thin and even. She puts on her best woollen hat, pushes a…
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5 November 2018
An American Sentence – I apologise for not raking up the leaves as fast as they fall. NovPAD Day 4: An apology
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Day 2 AprPAD
Above All That Bit by bit, I’ll do my bit, too, ‘cause I know a boy who’s magnetic. A mettle personality. But he won’t go out in the rain; says he’ll rust. He giggles at rocks, too. And stones. Sees the joke of them, the humour. Laughs his head off when he holds one. Says…
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Day 1.1 A Den Enn (Revised)
Introducing Misky’s new poem form called: “Den Enn”. Untitled It’s more than hunger, eating Nutella straight out of the jar. I hate getting caught out. It’s humiliating. Chocolate at the corners of my mouth. A red-arsed baboon sure wouldn’t care. Tomatoes cause riots, you know. They’re too easy to throw. It’s like that baboon I…
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Day 1 AprPAD
Against the Wall Quick smiles. Sweets. And treats. Like, I eat Nutella straight from the jar. Hate getting caught. It’s humiliating. Chocolate at corners of my mouth. A red-arsed baboon wouldn’t care though – they eat whatever whenever they want, and then they throw a riot of cabbages at the wall. Secret: AprPAD…
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Poetic Asides: “Sick”
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Day 30 NovPAD
Inside a Loop This day’s made of bits of us. My eyes have seen too much — but bless the child’s eyes that give life to words. My grandmother doused herself in lavender. A groping scent that still closes in on me like her heavy-breasted embrace. The air flashed of frost and snow this morning,…
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Day 29 NovPAD
A White Demise I watched a single white star fall from the sky. Should I be sorry for your whitened demise, Falling through darkness, flowing like spilt milk. I shed tears for you. NovPAD Day 29: write a response poem. Form: sapphic ode 3×11+1×5
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Day 27 NovPAD
A Skirt of Sky (revised 1.12.17) I have a recurring dream. A red house with views that never end, and broad sky with a heart of wind, ventriloquist gulls pale as clouds, and for white, for bleached bone blurs of snow fine as endless dust. A Skirt of Sky I have a recurring…
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Day 28.1 NovPAD
II. The Perils of Christmas Cards I won’t be dying today after all. I mean who dies from the edge of a creased paper, eh? Well, me. For a few diminishing heartbeats, when my tongue wouldn’t stop bleeding, and my lips dripped deep sunset red, and I dared my husband to ‘give us a kiss,’…
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