Tag: amwriting
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Poetry Maybe. #7
Fake Picnic once glamorous whispering sweetie and baby to those possessed every night fueled by wild turkey dressed with a devastating smile and a barricade against misery fretting about the forever alone . . . alone . getting ready for a picnic that never comes to be for two decades the furniture is in the…
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Poetry Maybe. #6
black wool coat and a motorcycle in the rearview mirror he kneels on the side of the road. calling whoever will answer The thought enters we could provide some help or comic relief but our actions are stalled he doesn’t need help from us does he? our options are to show concern or drive off…
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Poetry Maybe. #5
Stage Left Rodney transported instruments for not enough money. He scraped together enough crumpled bills for juice and tape to keep his boots together. Bibi Chick place was stage left, never center. People rarely check beyond the spotlight. Sisters and brothers know the difference between left, right, center. Bibi disklikes the shabbiness of neglect. Rodney…
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Poetry, Maybe. #4
Manners Polite up until the noose couldn’t be shrugged off manners aren’t necessary in the frying pan the girl would walk along the fence while he was teaching her about poetry and music and butterflies It seemed so wonderful. Her: asking rhetorical questions Him: pouring his attention into her pitcher until there is a prick…
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Poetry Maybe. #3
More poetry. Still writing. Hope to fill up at least one notebook this year. Comments welcome. Sort of. Just be kind. 🙂 bone sister witches bone sister witches library home and woods dangerous whispers, knowing looks metal trapped minds ducking under branches into thin air tacky neighbors peeking out of dirty kitchen windows tricky sister…
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Poetry Maybe #3: bone sister witches
More poetry. Still writing. Hope to fill up at least one notebook this year. Comments welcome. Sort of. Just be kind. 🙂 bone sister witches bone sister witches library home and woods dangerous whispers metal trapped minds ducking under branches into onion-skin air tacky neighbors with intentional grounding peeking out of dirty kitchen windows tricky…
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Poetry maybe. #2
Another week and another poem. I’m glad to still be writing. Pretty in a box Can we afford all of the dolls? Nothing on credit. Under credit. Invite the internet To admire the dolls No one can reach the top Without fillers or filters. Don’t yawn too much. No wriggling. No giggling Polish then polish…
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Poetry maybe #2: Pretty in a Box
Another week and another poetry maybe post. I’m glad to still be writing. Pretty in a box Can we afford all of the dolls? Invite the internet To admire the dolls No one can be Instafamous Without fillers or filters. Don’t yawn too much. No wriggling. No giggling Polish then polish again Until the wrinkles…
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Poetry maybe. #1
I did it! I finally wrote a poem. It’s only been a hundred years since I wrote an actual poem. So here it is. Finally. Waiting for the good ice How can you test if you can Rescue your mind Before they interfere? Then the mood is light Or maybe woozy. Wonderful and nauseous. They…
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Poetry Maybe #1: Waiting for the Good Ice
I did it! I finally wrote a poem. It’s only been a hundred years since I wrote an actual poem. So here it is. Finally. Waiting for the good ice How can you rescue your mind? The cards might interfere. The Lovers. Then the mood is light. The Star. Or maybe woozy. Death and the…
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