Then: half of our divas went inland.

More, lost. She even bit her sister’s laugh;
angsty and brittle, sis laughs.
Game and brittle sing flight.
But I’ve rigged a jetstream with her fam,
and I’ve spoken to Sig and Clunk.
Ouch! Very many ninjas coming, and dragons,
very instant saddle jeers road – did yours?
All things border, see? Zig oak rings.
Vinegar? I sold hundreds.
Very many skies and half open doors,
some liters tell and eight rum formula.
Then, (oh, and linger!) marking under us,
vanished lies her melon trading.
Insomuch are even on her mother. Done.



This bit of fun nonsense is a homophonic translation for day 30 of NaPoWriMo, using this poem by Laureate, Tomas Transtromer:

Den halvfärdiga himlen

Modlösheten avbryter sitt lopp.

Ångesten avbryter sitt lopp.

Gamen avbryter sin flykt.

Det ivriga ljuset rinner fram,

även spökena tar sig en klunk.

Och våra målningar kommer i dagen,

våra istidsateljéers röda djur.

Allting börjar se sig omkring.

Vi går i solen hundratals.

Var människa en halvöppen dörr

som leder till ett rum för alla.

Den oändliga marken under oss.

Vattnet lyser mellan träden.

Insjön är ett fönster mot jorden.



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Early Flowers

Thy fingers make early flowers
of all things.
thy hair mostly the hours love:
a smoothness which
(though love be a day)
do not fear, we will go amaying.
– E.E. Cummings

Even as the rain romances,
after all these swollen glances,
let’s just take our stolen chances;
and crown ourselves with ribbon dances.

(though love be a day
and life be nothing,it shall not stop kissing).  
– E.E. Cummings

Happy May Day! And WHEW, to all who finished a strong poeming April!
Prompted by Toads


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It’s the (Dead) End of the World as We Know It

We have a way of constantly falling
in love, out of love, off of cliffs, into

the great abyss. We crave the great
ebony nothing like a drug, shrug our

shoulders at the slight pauses, the
subordinate clauses, the effects and

causes of synergy and silence. Give
us curve of cul-de-sac, the cracking

open of a new vein. The stain and spill
and flow of a tributary undammed. Will

we find ourselves in these ending
places? Shuffle your feet to the end

of the darkest street. Feel the curb
find its way into your skin. Begin

the knowing of breaking bricks,
scattering straw and sticks to

……………make room for breath.



Prompted by Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 30



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Sky song for a Friday afternoon


Blue is held
in heart and chest,
stirred by significant
breeze, contemplated
by clouds. We shroud
ourselves in
-digo proud, believe
……………… blur.


Prompted by Toads



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Feeling Like I Could Breathe Again


I remember standing on a lawn and watching bats fly out of our attic. I was 3.

I remember the little red rims the cinnamon Santa eyes would leave behind when we ate them off of all Gram’s cookies. When Hershey bars came in a real foil sleeve, and the pleasure of breaking off a perfect rectangle. Blackberry stained hands and the scent of mom’s piecrust. Sprinkling cinnamon and sugar on the remnants, and baking them into delicious bites.

I remember the beautiful blurred world from the top of a horse at full speed. AquaNet fog fugue on cheer trips. The feel of the vinyl seats in my puke-green Gran Torino. The scent of Drakkar becoming the scent of heartbreak.

I remember waiting for him to come home, knowing it was the beginning of the end. The day the smell of smoke started bothering me again. The realization that maybe, after 2 months without him, my lungs – and heart – might finally be clean. I remember selling his (personalized) Bible at a garage sale for $1. With relish.

I remember the first time you touched my arm.


Prompted by NaPoWriMo, day 29

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gone girl. gong girl, high
on king kong girl, smack
that plane right outta the

wrong, girl.

too long,
girl. don’t just run,
girl. fly.



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Showing Up on the First Day in Two Different Shoes


The automatic coffee maker does its job
that morning. The alarm clock, notsomuch.

Now in a rush, I carefully choose clothes
that say I am a responsible adult, a dependable,
reliable soul who will certainly be a major
asset to this here establishment, yessirree.

Make it through the first 3 meetings with a
smile, in style.Whew. Order lunch. Look down.

One black.
One blue.


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