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Filling In Erasures
The Found Poetry Review continues the month of April with challenging prompts. Today’s is a fill-in-erasure gaps from another person’s poem. To discover the process and read my Found poem for Day 24, pop over to Thirty Days Poetry, Day 24
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Sunday Whirl #248
My Blues Blue is hot. Is cold. Is fired heat across naked sky. Is frozen as the coldest sin. Blue is a scar too deep to heal. Blue light with nowhere to hide. The colour of prophets, The visions beyond hills. Blue is a climb into Babylon. Blue is too close to my heart,…
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Earth Day: Someone Out There Didn’t Like Trees
I was having a play this morning with image layers and erasure poetry, and this appeared from under layer 2. This is my offering to Earth Day. Someone Out There Didn’t Like Trees His feet took to the Saharan sun, wool socks frowned upon, less than correct dress in the red damn sand – dumped…
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In Reply to “Boy & Egg”
In Reply to “Boy and Egg” And that little boy who watches, stands like a sailor on watch, the sun marking his shadow in minutes, and he watches the children at play. They dart in and out of bushes, in and out of shadows. They chase each other’s laughter — they’re as tight as puzzle…
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Maybe It Was a Saxophone
Maybe It Was a Saxophone I’m not sure if it’s a saxophone or a cornet, but the sound is pure green. The day is green. I sat on a half-rotten wooden bench this afternoon, one end higher than the other because the sidewalk had cracked and rose up like anger. And my feet were killing…
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✓ For dVerse: Quadrille #7
Wishes in a Pocket I have a charm in my coat pocket — I play it like a game. An old coin with a cross one side and a queen’s head, a bolt-head smoother than my luck, but I am happy for a twist of time to intercede. Written for dVerse Poets: Quadrille…
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Sunday Whirl #247
First Thing This Morning It’s like a car crash. You don’t have to see it happen, to know that it did — the sight of glass, shattered fine as seashells, bits stretched across the road, and tyre tracks left as a dark memory where it stopped, rested at the base of an old lamp post.…
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How To Follow This Blog
A few friends who follow Chalk Hills Journal, which is soon to close, cannot find the “Follow” option on this blog. WordPress has moved this feature to a hidden spot at the bottom right corner of this screen. Click on the 3 vertical dots at the bottom right of the page, and then you’ll see…
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