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Friday Forms: #2 Wood Smoke
Kiss Us Bye Wax the moon, and scrub the sky, Our days of summer, Our ways of green. Drown in amber, ruby leaves, Still as baby’s sleep, still My days shall speed. Oh when autumn comes, blossoms Kiss us bye. Greenest promise, Ever after, summer falls. Acrostic poem form for Gnomes
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Visuals #2 for Miz Quickly
II. Cold Dark He says I’m this, and I’m this, and he’s pointing at 2 words he just wrote on the back of his hand, as if tattooing his character within his reach, as if conjugating his persona. It’s a peculiar moment — leaves me dumped upside down. Leaves me wondering about monsters lurking in…
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Friday Forms: Acrostic “Lock”
Lock Like those dark times of despair, Or perilous paths and folly, she Could never let the pain lock her Kind heart or principles away. Acrostic poem form for Gnomes
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Visuals for Miz Quickly
I. Disconnect He’s lost his mind to her legs up to there. Their hands misbehaving. They’re toggled on hot. A stuffed crust pepperoni. And she sits on his lap, on his boney knees, hands up her curtains, and he whines, Oh come on, baby. Please. Prompted: Miz Q Does Visual Stuff Image I.
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A Draft for Gnomes Project #1.1
Lines in italics are from “On the Beach” by Neil Young, album On The Beach, 1974. For “Gnomes Poems” Project
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Twiglet #39
Brittle Courage There’s a snake under the porch. It’s smooth and black as bitumen, and I mutter encouragement, “go away, go away” I say …… but it seems stupid-calm compared to my brittle courage, and my heart thumps in my ears. Twiglet #39
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Red Wolf Prompt #320
Summer Blue The garden gate is slamming — the wind’s picked up, and August is disappearing into drizzle; sets petunias on their weary way. A march toward mould and mess. Odd how a slick of rain melts purple blossoms into streaks that stick to your fingers and stain you like a typesetter in a print…
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