Tag: aprPAD
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AprPAD Day 18
I. On the Porch Last summer is caught on the barbs and wire, in the shadows of tumbled hay. The barn door’s slack, the hinge has drawn back, and up there the cat watches from the old wood beams. It plays with flies – all the mice have gone, and I drink my tea, and…
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AprPAD Day 17
It was shortly after I broke my bedroom window with a baseball, which by the way wasn’t my fault, my little sister threw like a girl and I swung a bat like a boy, and it wasn’t my fault that she didn’t catch the ball when I threw it back a tiny bit too…
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AprPAD Day 15
Just Suppose That hurricane. It’s real. Lost in a traveller’s roam. What if, it was alive with a face etched haze-white, a beard stretched like the wind’s tail, and hair tangled like spun-sugar. And what if that hurricane was a child, a livid anger and wayward rejection. With a look. A slap. It would…
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AprPAD Day 14.2
A Conversation Over Tea Leaves I’m having tea with Dad, which is weird because he hates tea, and even more weird because Dad is dead, but that’s dreams for you, and he sips from a teacup thinner than a grub’s spun gauze, and eyes me square on, and says, What’s troubling you, my girl. And…
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AprPAD Day 14.1
A Calculation Sometime between light and dark we climbed the sky. There were echoes, an imprint on water. Today belongs to wise old owls with beards and pillars of fire. AprPAD Day 14: write a report poem Image is from Unsplash It’s National Poetry Writing Month, which explains the surge in activity.…
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AprPAD Day 13
Ants They string. In file. Piggyback into the base of sycamores. Roots. Hard as foot prints. Roots. Wedged between the here and there. Leaves underfoot. The soft smell of crushed autumn and ants. for NaPoWriMo Day 13: Up-end common phrases and AprPAD Day 13: Insects It’s National Poetry Writing Month, which…
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AprPAD Day 12.1 A Lament
It’s National Poetry Writing Month, which explains the surge in activity. I’m following three different sites generating daily prompts. Writers’ Digest Poetic Asides, the National Poetry Writing Month website (NaPoWriMo) and my old friend, Walt, over at Gnomes. All of these pieces are drafts. < p style=”text-align:justify;”>
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AprPAD Day 12 – A Haibun
12 April: The rain stopped about mid-morning. We jumped in the car for a drive. On a country road. On the South Downs near Beachy Head. Past the Jack and Jill windmills. Views straight toward France. The wind off the sea here strips the chalk hills bare, bald as a golf ball, except for…
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AprPAD Day 11
The Future is Sunny I’m geared for Thursday. Sunny, says the weatherman. Bright as primroses. Just get me past noon, I say. Past this dirge of rain that sops the bark on trees, and drips like a toddler’s nose. Sun at noon, beams the weatherman. What a joker, wearing sunglasses. I see that our…
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AprPAD Day 10
Viva la Vida He’s pointing across the street, leaving his forensics all over the windowpane that I cleaned until my shoulder disowned me. Up there. Can’t you see it? He’s jabbing at the window. Look, up on Bob’s roof. Right by the TV aerial. I should be able to see it, the trees are…
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