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dVerse Quadrille #56
A Broad Song Always in motion, this broad and singing dawn. Robins nibble seeds and fatten on raisins, muddle over fat grubs and a nub of bread. Magpies dress in tuxedoes. Wrens in brown weave. The air is motion – dandelion fluff bright as whirly-spins against the sun. for dVerse Quadrille #56…
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7 May 2018
Originally posted on The Journal: An Angled View The sun shines on us, it’s a captured landscape. It’s a magnetic bond, her epic lessons. How you stay alive. That is life. This is living. This long race is our odyssey, it hungers for black or white. I don’t remember the blink, the flinch, the harrow…
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AprPAD Day 30
[Note: This is the last post for the April Poem-a-Day Challenge and NaPoWriMo] To Boldly Go I’m making creamed tuna on toast for dinner, which involves stirring and staring into a pot, so I interrupt the tedium of it all with idle chitchat, which I know he’ll listen to with one deaf ear. Did you…
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AprPAD Day 28.1
In Waves Down in the far field where school boys play football, where the occasional siren or barking dog is heard, where weather cuts limbs, and rolls in waves and rivulets, down there where weather is a predator … there once stood an old oak tree. It sustained years of play, and penknife love notes.…
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AprPAD Day 28
Those Old Time Riches [Draft Version] Mum always said we were rich, but as a kid, it never felt that way. Rich kids wore store-bought clothes. My mum made all ours. Only once did I choose the fabric. Choice was her privilege. Her money; Her choice, and that seemed fair comment to me. My…
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AprPAD Day 26
In the Mossy Yellow In last year’s flower pot, grassy overgrown, mossy, yellow as lemons’ rain, or peel, or pollen cupped on the cusp of spring, a nest round and deep, soft as a mother’s breast. Was a bird. Day 26: Senses NaPoWriMo It’s National Poetry Writing Month, which explains the surge…
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AprPAD Day 25
Messages of Warning to My Much Younger Self Bend your knees. Yes, mice are living under the decking. Your belly shouldn’t wobble like panna cotta. Bend your knees. Pushing your little sister into the pool won’t teach her to swim. Don’t ignore your left eye. And bend your knees. You’ll flunk algebra; it doesn’t matter.…
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AprPAD Day 24.2
A Splash of Water i. A layer of golden pollen and a splash of rain on brown bread toast II. wind sings against the window, splashes of weather that splinter dry dust III. My throat aches for a splash of water and the taste of kind words. for Twiglet #73 It’s National…
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AprPAD Day 24.1
An Anti-Form Poem I am sick of highfaluting poems that rhyme and break at I-am-so-precious points which is why I am writing straight-as-sticks stanzas that are dead and boring and have no trace of punctuation well except for those hyphens for AprPAD Day 24: “An anti-form poem”
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AprPAD Day 24
Those Holes I don’t know about you, but I’m filled with quiet holes. Contemplative holes. Every time a friend dies, or family, it’s another hole. Grief is some sort of unspoken language, and some people just expect you to fill those holes up. A friend died the other day. A man of faith. Love.…
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