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dVerse Quadrille #46
A Too Brief Moment Did you listen to morning dew glisten, alas did you hear my footfall, shoeless, crunching grass. Ask yourself when you last heard silence. Last night we stood in Leicester Square, where fairy-lights dazzled the air, and I caught your still shadow next to mine. dVerse Quadrille #46 “crunch” and…
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Wordle #328
Together They were a Shipwreck He existed in a California Dreaming, as if betrayal and loss were minor abrasions, and Monday’s intelligence was a profound art. He thanked poetry and disasters for his inspiration. And she was shifting sunlight. Laughter never-settling. A thirsty sound of simple phrases that filled the air. Like party songs or…
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Day 30 NovPAD
Inside a Loop This day’s made of bits of us. My eyes have seen too much — but bless the child’s eyes that give life to words. My grandmother doused herself in lavender. A groping scent that still closes in on me like her heavy-breasted embrace. The air flashed of frost and snow this morning,…
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Day 29 NovPAD
A White Demise I watched a single white star fall from the sky. Should I be sorry for your whitened demise, Falling through darkness, flowing like spilt milk. I shed tears for you. NovPAD Day 29: write a response poem. Form: sapphic ode 3×11+1×5
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Changes for dVerse
We walk along the ageing edge of things, reading tombstones like book titles. Everyone has a story, you say, and I wonder what percentage of my story is a prank. It’s all too depressing here, you say, but I find Highgate strangely calming, as if existing amongst these fates is an affirmation. And the wind…
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Day 27 NovPAD
A Skirt of Sky (revised 1.12.17) I have a recurring dream. A red house with views that never end, and broad sky with a heart of wind, ventriloquist gulls pale as clouds, and for white, for bleached bone blurs of snow fine as endless dust. A Skirt of Sky I have a recurring…
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Day 28.1 NovPAD
II. The Perils of Christmas Cards I won’t be dying today after all. I mean who dies from the edge of a creased paper, eh? Well, me. For a few diminishing heartbeats, when my tongue wouldn’t stop bleeding, and my lips dripped deep sunset red, and I dared my husband to ‘give us a kiss,’…
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Day 28 NovPAD
I. A Gecko and a Man in a Black T-Shirt I’m looking at a man wearing a thin, frayed black t-shirt. He has a whisper of white hair, wiry sideburns that sweep his shoulders whenever he nods his head. I can’t keep my eyes off his face; I keep looking at those sideburns. Whale baleen,…
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Day 25 NovPAD
Quenched He swam. And sank. Swam against the devil. Sank like sunset, or a hole in a boat. His lungs on fire, and the sea swallowed him into its silence. Day 25: For today’s prompt, write a remix poem. I chose Day 21. Image from Unsplash
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