Category: Twiglets
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For Twiglet #76
By Mail I. If I had cat it would be asleep, purring like a rattle or an idling truck, and the postman would bring infinity by mail. II. I put a seashell to my ear, and heard fishermen emptying nets, and trees dropping silver leaves like lizard skins. But, alas, it was just the postman…
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for Twiglet #75
I. A sea shell, Her old gold ring, A wish bone. All in an emptied bottle. II. Her every anticipation, diluted in that emptied bottle. III. There was no third or forth or fifth. Everything ended at that second. for Twiglet #75 “Empty Bottle”. Each is 17-syllables.
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Twiglet #71
Aaaaaah. Tea. Tea in a mug with milk, and a wedge of bread with jam. It’s a thick slice of life. for Twiglet #71: A thick slice
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a dVerse Twiglet
A March on Rain and Sleet a new start, they say, this spring, this golden daffodil, this sinking, stinking sodden hill, this muddy boot, this springy start of pastel art, and so I March on April’s promise, this bringer, this temptress. this spring. dVerse “Sunny Side-up” and Twiglet “start to sink”
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Twiglet #68
Untitled Who will follow their tragic songs, their footsteps on soft lawn. There in the shade, on the hill, where arrows flew and, bones lie still. There amongst our runic signs, there on Tower Hill. for Twiglets #68 “Following Footsteps”
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Twiglet #67
In the Rain You’re out on flattened water, fishing — rain slashing the car window in long trickles, tracing like wizard fingers, or seahorses. Rain does that. for Twiglet #67, and extracted from the American Sentence post earlier today
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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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Twiglet #64
Thin as Skin I’m waking to the world’s return, just before dawn as the sun and moon agree a truce, and deepest sleep is thin as skin. Its jealous eye opens. Wakes. for Twiglet #64: Before Dawn.
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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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Twiglet #63
13.02.18 – 21 Syllables The unread green of winter’s garden, waits. Stony, cold as iron. Still, and often white. Twiglet #63: Stone-Still
It's Still Life 