Category: Prompts
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Poetic Asides Music Genre
A Blues Fate Blue Is but a name. It lays in sheets Across horizons as A scar, A stretch, For ships, For sails. It’s heard and felt In a gull’s cry. Blue is this loud morning Carried toward its fate. Written for Poetic Asides: “Music Genre“
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Everydayness for Real Toads
Everydayness I am forever a singing stone, feather weight, stained by air and drink, recipes for poetry and sweet confectionary written for Real Toads poetic form: tanka (5.7.5.7.7) and text “found” with Neruda’s “Sweetness, always”
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Visual Verse Vol. 4, Chapter 2
Brighter than Cold She was luminous, like aluminium bleachers or magnesium light. Always running hot and cold, tempered, and oblivious to her own chill. For three months, when I was 12, I thought maybe I loved her. She’d stand in the doorway, and absorb every thought, most of them about her — self-absorbed comes to…
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vVerse: One Tick at a Time
The following is written (and submitted) to Visual Verse: Vol. 03 Chapter 12. Those Arpeggio Days If we were flowers, we’d be crisp around the edges by now. Fragile and bee-stung, holding on to our last harmonic breath. Grasping at last aesthetic hope. This morning you said that you finally understood the world. It’s…
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Journal: The Fishmonger
Joseph Harker returns with an essay on writing, carving out habits to keep in mind, pairing random combinations that feel unlikely but comfortable together. I’m very pleased that Joseph is posting articles again. His latest post is at Carving Wood, Poaching Eggs, and anyone interested in writing should Follow his blog. Process Notes: Before supermarkets moved…
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