Category: Prompts
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AprPAD Day 20
The Limits There’s a gulf Between here and there. This town Is toughest at its limits, Hard as darkness, It ignores moonlight. The dogs howl out there. Don’t know why, and No one asks whether It’s rapture or despair. Dogs Mimic their owners, An ill-fated fang is reason enough Not to ask. NaPoWriMo:…
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AprPAD Day 19
I. (for AprPAD ___ Thread) A Garden Thread Those stepping stones, he said, are gravestones. Shallow graves. The brick wall is a pirate’s plank, and there are fangs in the laurel bush, and a spy at the bedroom window. The apple trees have ears — shhhhh, he listens, trees talk to the robins, but for…
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AprPAD Day 17.1
(An Untitled Anti-Love Poem) There are times, when her voice grates, the way she speaks too true, to bruise, to lose her burdens on another, and no thought for someone’s time. Today I speedily walked on by. AprPAD Day 17 Write a love and anti-love poem. This is fiction; I don’t know anyone…
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AprPAD Day 18
I. On the Porch Last summer is caught on the barbs and wire, in the shadows of tumbled hay. The barn door’s slack, the hinge has drawn back, and up there the cat watches from the old wood beams. It plays with flies – all the mice have gone, and I drink my tea, and…
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AprPAD Day 17
It was shortly after I broke my bedroom window with a baseball, which by the way wasn’t my fault, my little sister threw like a girl and I swung a bat like a boy, and it wasn’t my fault that she didn’t catch the ball when I threw it back a tiny bit too…
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AprPAD Day 15
Just Suppose That hurricane. It’s real. Lost in a traveller’s roam. What if, it was alive with a face etched haze-white, a beard stretched like the wind’s tail, and hair tangled like spun-sugar. And what if that hurricane was a child, a livid anger and wayward rejection. With a look. A slap. It would…
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AprPAD Day 14.2
A Conversation Over Tea Leaves I’m having tea with Dad, which is weird because he hates tea, and even more weird because Dad is dead, but that’s dreams for you, and he sips from a teacup thinner than a grub’s spun gauze, and eyes me square on, and says, What’s troubling you, my girl. And…
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AprPAD Day 14.1
A Calculation Sometime between light and dark we climbed the sky. There were echoes, an imprint on water. Today belongs to wise old owls with beards and pillars of fire. AprPAD Day 14: write a report poem Image is from Unsplash It’s National Poetry Writing Month, which explains the surge in activity.…
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AprPAD Day 13
Ants They string. In file. Piggyback into the base of sycamores. Roots. Hard as foot prints. Roots. Wedged between the here and there. Leaves underfoot. The soft smell of crushed autumn and ants. for NaPoWriMo Day 13: Up-end common phrases and AprPAD Day 13: Insects It’s National Poetry Writing Month, which…
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AprPAD Day 12.1 A Lament
It’s National Poetry Writing Month, which explains the surge in activity. I’m following three different sites generating daily prompts. Writers’ Digest Poetic Asides, the National Poetry Writing Month website (NaPoWriMo) and my old friend, Walt, over at Gnomes. All of these pieces are drafts. < p style=”text-align:justify;”>
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