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Day 11
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 32 iBook version). I. And finally into that ripe old age, we squeezed into poverty. We’re left alone, repossessed, none of this is ours. Life is a strange voice. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 11 “Dedication” II. The Colour…
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Day 10
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 25-31 iBook version). I. Time came and went. Grief paused every so often, and then threw itself around like an old tight voice. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 10 “Lone” Rewritten from previous “Found” piece. II. Some days are…
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Quadrille #77
A Gril Named Emma I love her chatter, how she smells like pure white soap. Love the way her shiny bracelets chime like bells, and how she sweeps the room with her smile. We’re on the porch, playing Go Fish. She always has an ace up her sleeve. for Quadrille #77 including the…
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Day 9
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 27 iBook version). A shadow rolled in as spring passed. Stretching thin and flat as hair. Days are fading away. Forgotten kisses still alive at the door. We pretended to find solace in a knothole. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD,…
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Day 8 pm
8 April: And I’m surprised that he doesn’t have a lucky number. He grins, pauses, as if considering we might have less in common than he thought, and he asks, Do you have one? … and I say, No, of course I don’t. Now this is not unexpected because his consistent complaint about me, besides…
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Day 8
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 19-25 iBook version). Life is water. It floated out the door, hardly audible. But death, that’s bleak. A dark. It’s haunted. It didn’t scream or whisper, but still, its mask froze. That day went on and on. Still.And hollow. for…
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Day 7
two poems for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 7 “Jealous” I. Brief Because life is brief, I wake early, and then late to bed. No real dread or regret do I give time. Not like a sunflower’s surrender or winter’s blackened apples. Life is luminous, a tide with a degree of knee-jittering uncertainty, and I…
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Sentences for PB
A proper walk requires a red flannel shirt My feet scuff through autumn leaves and moss I want a cat the colour of carrots My secrets sank into a silty lake Two grey squirrels race around the garden Wind embraced the corn, then blew it down. Rain on the lake writes its own song Sun!…
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Day 6
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 18 iBook version). Momma was fairy-tale fresh. A pearly knotted glide. She was small. And intimate. I need another bath. And a splashy dress. Also viewable at Tumbr for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 6 “After (blank)“ Afterwards After we…
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Day 5
for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 5 “Steal” Small Apples He stole a look. No bigger than small apples, or green weeds. And my heart was his. He, flaxen, fair, and porcelain. Me, his pinpricked doll. This is a reworked piece from today’s “Found Poetry” remix of “Flowers In The Attic” by VC…
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