Tag: November Poem a Day
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PA 04
PA 04: A Little Night Music The day that Dad brought home a bag of cherries, Mum shook her head and said, No. She had a headache. So Dad ate the cherries, as I watched. He emptied the bag by half, folded the top down twice, and carefully creased it tight with his thumbnail, just…
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MQ 05 and dVerse
MQ 05.1: Gypsy Moon T’was cool and dry as ancient silk, and bright as a lunar pearl. Its light poured into rooms, disowning all it touched. That moon shined on like a new religion, keeper of all I knew. By day it tucked away sheltered in my bed. MQ 05.2 We disappointed him. He…
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Day 01
Draft MQ 01 and PA 01 An Alpha Poem – And Where to Start and what might this pen create, what tempest of shade and paint, and why do dreams exist in pillows, and why must heroes always die, and who will stitch this quilt into a dying language of what and why and who…
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