Category: Wordles
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For Sunday Whirl #381
Two Left Feet and a Piano Prize I’m the one who stood a few steps away from the others, who’d shrug when picked last. I was used to it. It was like an unfamiliar word when my name was called. It’s not a crime to be picked last, but here’s a memo — it’s not […]
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A Merciless Sestina
One Day Over Time I’m not always as green as grass. I am without direction, like wind, I’m not always clear as spring’s sky but I do count those falling stars, and make wishes on them, and I wrap myself in hope of seeing the sun rising. I used to believe Revelations, rising up like […]
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Wordle #353
Untitled He’s like stray murmurs, or a black-cat-fear that hides in black shadows. He’s silent. And invisible. He belongs to the walls. His thoughts tickle his ears. He laughs, the sound skips across the floor like marbles. Like truth stripped from little white lies. Life gets in his way – not living. This corner, this […]
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for Sunday Whirl #352
The Other Side of the Road I remember that music as eagle-light, or drunk jazz dragged underwater, and the Queen of Hearts, as we called her, though her name was David, was brassy-loud, a belly animated by fat. She sang and laughed as the pianist coaxed voodoo from the minor keys, and the barman mixed […]
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12 May 2018
Spring’s Sheen But still the rain beats, streaks the window in strings and seams. The wind is a rattle. Refasten the clematis, I remind myself. Its pink sheen, mere confetti. A string tight to the beam, straighten its list. A lean, bit to the right, a bit to the left. A child’s game. Simple. for […]
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Wordle #344
Fill Me There’s a drum in my heart, but no tune. Fill me play me like music, give birth to mischievous shadows, silky as truth’s soul. Play me like broken notes, in flats, in sharps, like scales, and veils of falling rain. Fill the air and saturate my heart. Sunday Whirl words: saturate, […]
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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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for Wordle #339
It’s the Way of Bruised Flowers Between dreams and death’s sleep, between winter’s rustling reeds, I heard the hollow sound of hunger. I fought the urge to shout at bearded madness, or hissing vespers and endlessly confess to boundless wind. Memory is sand. Stormy. Fleeting. It’s the scent of damp iron. Lonely as wind. I […]
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For Sunday Whirl & RWJ
At Least for Now She folds sheets, snaps their rasping frozen weave against the gusty breeze. It’s hazy, monotonous work. This life is a poverty, likely a saint’s holy calling, but she keeps at it. At least for now. Life is a long twisted rope, so said her mother, and she’s glad for a warm […]
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Wordle #337
The Postman Only Brings Bills I’m waiting for this ink to spin and bend my pelican-beach thoughts. Gentle words to de-blur my brain. Maybe inject a salty sun, or a sense of minty warmth into my hoar-smitten spectacle. I missed your call last night. Wish you’d left a message, but we both know, everything’s already […]
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