Category: Poetry
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19.03.18 Poems for Gnomes
The Winnowed Approach of tulips. of daffodils. they compete with bare-knuckled weather. they prepare against the weight of snow, against stem-breaking frost, against long-tooth grey, and still spring promises an approach. comes, day upon day, and speaks to us in four season languages, wearing its winnowed face. written for Poems for Gnomes
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15.03.18 TLT
The Way It Was That’s her. Nearly two. Mashed peas on her chin, and hair bound in wet rags. Curls by morning. Those black and white days, safe between covers. Three Line Thursday (#TLT): “photo” three lines, max 10 words per line
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Twiglet #67
Three American Sentences All About Weather I. Stood on a muddy track, umbrella in hand. A moody slash of rain. II. Saw a sculpture. Looked like wizard fingers. Or a seahorse. Rain does that. III. You’re out on flattened water. Fishing. As rain slashes at my window. written for Twiglet #67 “Slash of Rain”
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Sunday Whirl #342
All That Noise Curious disguise, this youthful mimicry. When we lost the gift of silence to stormy wind, it marred the sky like a viral draft. We watched stillness falling on all manner of stars, in a stutter, in a song, a sparkling charge. In my youth, I was hot wired to fry like desert…
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A dVerse Haibun
Originally posted on The Journal: Mum wants to bring the garden into her apartment; wants to paint all the walls green. I love the sea but I’m sure not going to throw salt water or coral sand or haddock at the walls. I love tomato soup but the same holds true for that, too. Maybe…
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4 March 2018
Originally posted on The Journal: Home and Hearth Blood is thicker than water; I’ve never had any trouble telling them apart. Really, it’s a small thing, Dad would say with a modest … pfffft a never-you-mind about that snarling scar on his arm. I think it was the year that the Russians put the first…
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01.03.18: TLT
I drift like hard grey snow blowing up the street. Lost to cold company. written for TLT: Lost . 17-syllable American Sentence.
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Wisps for TLT
Untitled Like muslin clouds. Or ballerinas. Pirouettes turning like wheels, waxing and waning. Moonlight melting into dusk, and I stared at smouldering smoke, and candles sputtering. for 3-Line Thursday at Ink In Thirds
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Twiglet Prompts
An Invitation A Twiglet is a brief phrase meant to prompt a first impression. A response; a few lines; brevity. It’s a jump-off point for something meatier in the future. There’s no right, no wrong, and no time limit. I post a new Twiglet every Tuesday at https://thetwiglets.wordpress.com Everyone’s welcome to join in.
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for Ink In Thirds – TLT
Descent into a Very Short Story There, alone in our moonsnatch valley it’s picture-perfect, be it on canvas, where rain falls, liquid as cruel sighs. for Three Line Thursday, three lines max 10 syllables per line. The word this week is “Alone”. Image is from Unsplash by Peter Hammer.
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