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Day 2: NaPoWriMo
The Radio Was Always Playing I recall the kitchen was always warm. The radio was always playing. Condensation on the windows. Net curtains. Yellowed. Frilly tie-backs. Ruffled aprons with long ties. Politics in the living room. Stinging scents — cigars, whiskey. Cheers, they’d say. The children, They were told to go play. So they did.
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Day 1: NaPoWriMo
PS: I Miss You I wrote about the sidewalk cafés, and faces squinting behind cameras, museums, the cognac, et cetera, how a foreign language can hijack ones thoughts, about the hand that I caught in my pocket, but I forgot to tell you that there’s a strange absence without your hand in mine.
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Day 4.1 NaPoWriMo
Pool Party Everyone with a throat is gulping drinks and doing all that tedious mingling. It’s easy for some. Another day of Eve with her pet snake. A man with Lennon glasses throws another log on the fire as a woman strips by the pool for a dip. Even the foulest water puts out a…
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Day 4: NaPoWriMo 2021
Catnap Party Its brain is in a clutter of party noise and bluster Catnip, milk and cream Spin yarns of yawning dreams
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Day 3.1: NaPoWriMo
As If To live under the same roof as an attack of the nerves is to take supper with superlatives. The company was dreadful — all that science cannot solve.
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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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Day 3: NaPoWriMo 2021
As If It’s … Renewal. That’s what energises me. Like spring strutting unopposed. Nothing timid about it. All high-wattage swagger. Put on your Ray-Bans. Take to the road, be a low-rider. There’s a whiff of accidental about life. An unintended glance…
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For VV’s Vol. 09 Chapter 01
The Knock They’ve learned there’s value in silence, preserving their words for their own ears. A mother. Her girl. Standing in a quiet that possesses the room, except for the snap of flames that live in the logs. A branch that settles, and sparks, and shifts in the iron grate. Firelight deepens the inexact shadows…
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Day 2: NaPoWriMo 2021
I. The Church Bells Are Ringing A sound like angels exhaling. God’s finger, thimbled, sewing prayers into our thoughts. I must be his great agitation, always folding my heart, and squandering my days. My dad once punched a tree. That was after I told him to never hit Mum again. She cried like a siren.…
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Day 1.1 NaPoWriMo
What words need saying to the needle that your foot finds in a haystack. An American Sentence, 17 syllables.Miz Quickly’s Nov 1, image above Writers’ Digest Uny, PA Day 1 Correspondence.
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