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Nudge #14
Toujours Toujours this body is of a long time, it’s forgotten my ups. my downs. I sing from sleep, and eye an oyster moon, trifle with clouds that follow the sky on padded paws. a freedom I never forget. toujours. toujours. Remixed from the Song of Mehitabel (changed feet to paws) Nudge #14…
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Nudge #13
Milk, No Sugar, Thank You I manage from one cup of tea to the next – white, no sugar, thank you, but for me it’s too late to accidentally unintentionally learn to knit or crochet or take up macramé or any other of those eh or may words. Nudge #13
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Nudge #12
Burning Up and Up I recall blue smoke rising like a genie from my cigarette. Catching the tide of air, lazing on an invisible byway. Curling down the hallway, up the stairs, up and up, and burning my future into a barren dessert. Two prompts combined. Nudge #12 Choose a myth, a fable,…
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Nudge #11
Locked Out Not here. Not there. Not where I thought they should be. Keys. Oh, keys. Oh please. On bended knees. Where the hell are you. https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2018/11/11/november-nudge-11/
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Nudge #10 & #11
A View From a Chair A view from his chair, distant mountains of driftwood hue. Well-wishing cards on the dressing table, and a white-bone pipe, well used and still warm. A flower. Red. In a vase. The air scented gay as a carousel horse. A note on his pillow reads stone-tile-cold. Miz Quickly’s…
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Day 8: Hints of Something
Untitled She carried scent like a flower, as if garlands hung from her long slender neck. And she always carried a hankie – embroidered them with four-leaf clovers. Some with round red knots that looked like ripe apples. And she wore the same Harris tweed coat for years. It out lived her. NovPAD…
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Nudge #8 Brown Paper
SURPRISE I’m going to wrap myself up in plain brown paper so I can be perfectly obscene and despicable. I’ll be filthy-minded and uncouth, and I’ll swear at the moon, and not care one tiny bit, if and when, the neighbours might see me — because I’ll be all wrapped up in plain brown paper,…
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Nudge 7: Taking on Two Monks
Two Monks’ Perspective on Lamb Heads, and Playing the Blink Game Monk #1: How big is a lamb’s head? Monk #2: They only eat blades of grass, so not so big. Monk #1: What’s not too big. Big as a bishop’s head? Monk #2: Not that big. A lamb has to fit into a man’s…
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A Housewife in a Tweed Coat and Sensible Shoes
A Housewife in a Tweed Coat and Sensible Shoes She ponders herself in the hallway mirror, powders her nose, just a bit – doesn’t want to look like a flour bin. Slicks on Copper Penny lipstick, then rubs her lips together, spreading it thin and even. She puts on her best woollen hat, pushes a…
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Nudge #4 Glose Poem
And this is the end, the car running out of road, the river losing its name in an ocean — “Aristotle” by Billy Collins THE SOCK BOX How many pairs of socks did she murder in that communal washing machine that breaks up pairs of sporty whites and blacks and stripy and even cutesy Christmas…
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