Category: Twiglets
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11.02.22: Twiglet #265
The Moon was never meantto take the night alone. Stars drift through the shallowsof its black plate, and the air soft as the back of thighs,and dark as a square of night. And the moonturned its face away, and stared deep into earth’s mirrored water,waves turning like pages. For Twiglet #265 “turning pages””. WikiArt Image: Noekken, 1904, by…
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Twiglet #264
A Still Life of a Winter’s Night The fireplace is lit, its flamedancing with the surfaceof the window. A candlestiff and still on the table, with the last heel from a loaf,dried onions and cheesewith a sip of sweet wine. No need to whisper thatthe cupboard is bare, orthat the empty knocking isnot the beat…
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31.1.22 Pseudo Analytical
Pseudo Analytical I.I know a woman with a dusty atticof a mind. She picks apart her past. It’s like she carries Freud’s couchwith her wherever she goes, and she is best described asthat moment when dawn is lost. When doors go shutting.When pigeons bubble sounds. And I am her bag of spare parts. II.I dream…
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22.1.22: Herniated Disks and Other Mischiefs
To Hell ‘n Back It’s a herniated disk, you see. Nope, I didn’t do a thing. It just happened. Sitting on a chair, eating dinner. Then pop. And I can’t sleep. I’m trying not to move. Every twitch, stabs. And I notice that the street light licks the bedroom wall a silent grey, a smeared…
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For Twiglets #259: Cool Blue
All Those Blues There were tracesof blue all over her. Secretly blue.Iced blue. And on warm daysshe was chilled blue. Out-of-the-blueghostly blue. Even her shadowwas blue from cold. for Twiglet’s #259 Cool Blue. Needy Woman in Cold by Morteza Katouzian (Fair Use) WikiArt.
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For Twiglet #256
Rhythm of the Night Isn’t About Poetry The night is ringingin my ears. Light leakingthrough the blinds likepinpricked stars. Those stars laughing at an owlon some nearby treeswallowing its vowels. And I’m awake again.So I write something,fall asleep, wake up again,and write something. For Twiglets #256 “Awake Again”. Photo by Todd Steitle and AJ Jean on Unsplash. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter…
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Day 28.1: NaPoWriMo 2021
Miz Quickly’s Day 28 and Twiglet #254 Here, There, and Where Is Home I was raised over there,but I’m here now. I’ve been here sinceI started making friends. Since I started thinkinghere is where I’ll be buried. Here is where my frayedends seem mended. Pull a thread. I promisenot to unravel, but I’ll need a…
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Day 11: NaPoWriMo 2021
A Song of Bells The sound of bellsfell quiet as my every leaf falls.It cuts meto the quick, this season’s turn, thiscalendar page departed.Be of haste and hurry forthere’s a seedling at my foot. A breeze. The wind. I hearrustling troubles on the horizon.Cold is north.Wet is south.Today it’s south, this wind. The trees beside…
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For Twiglets 251
Somethings Are … better boxed away from intruder’s eyes,like strange loneliness that only I can seein those old B&W photographs, a secluded house – lost the house key, twice.Me, such a small pale object againsta dark background of pine. I fell out of that swing tied to a branch,rope broke, and my arm, my fingers…
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For Twiglet #247
A Window Seat at the Café Of course I can, he’s asking if I caneat this entire thing, a bun stuffed fullof stiff whipped cream. He sips his coffee,always black, always hot,and thinks about somethingthat he says is nothing, when I ask. We fall silent. He watches shopperspass the window. I watch a flyon the…
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