Tag: wordle
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For Sunday Whirl
What Was A black fly walks across my glass,tastes where my lips just touched.It spies me, and thinks,Do you sting like a bee? Cast an eye across this garden.Vines limp as ghostly chains.Seeds blown away with the sand.Tomatoes hang like stunned eyes. Summer slipped away,just like rain through a net.Either too hot, or too cold,always…
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12 May 2018
Spring’s Sheen But still the rain beats, streaks the window in strings and seams. The wind is a rattle. Refasten the clematis, I remind myself. Its pink sheen, mere confetti. A string tight to the beam, straighten its list. A lean, bit to the right, a bit to the left. A child’s game. Simple. for…
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Day 12 NovPAD
Touchstones and Shifty Natures That side of the hill was a dirt slide after it was logged clear, though the loggers claimed the land was of shifty nature, but it turned into a seething body waging war on fifty or so families who called this dirt home. Hindsight knew it a fat belly begging to…
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For Sunday Whirl #275
Mosquito Chatter mosquitoes chattering at the porch light, tapping, demanding entry at the back door, tangled in the patterns of the bedding nets, screeching bugger banshees flying by my ears, and I heave myself at the fly swatter, swinging and swatting. see that mosquito splat on the wall? it’s an anatomy of dead. and here…
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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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Grandpa’s Congregation Our paradise was never erotic, it was chocolate. That’s what happens when your grandpa’s a dentist – the cookie jar’s empty We were witness to all his changes – dentists don’t like to be dentists. He liked the brief conversation though, can’t speak with hands filling your mouth. Endless cavities, root canals, pulling…
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