Tag Archives: April PAD 2020

i am bic.

.. a pen with ink to give. a poem battling to breathe.   .. in april, we poem. sometimes we even use words.     

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emberlings

  there are too many un -knowns now, and so we have stopped asking questions. instead, we build a fire and watch the dragon spirits rise. … in april, we poem. and here there be dragons.     

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rebel breeze

.. don’t stand down -wind of this poem; she’ll blow ……………..(her top) you away with her intricate spin. she’s in -sane, deranged and estranged from her own phrase. she’s lost her power somewhere between the devil and the deep blue … Continue reading

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the scribbler who scrambled her words

.. this poem has egg on her face, a trace of pent ………….(up anger) -ameter under her skin. she’ll assemble her sent -ences in some semblance of sway, but no way is she going to make them march ……….(or april, … Continue reading

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the girl who talked to trees

… they call her forest faerie, ………wildling, wayward one. she is all these things and more. she’d tell you their stories if the moon would shine just right, …….but she has heard their bark, pressed her palms against ………………their darkness. … Continue reading

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because the sunlight doesn’t quite reach her skin

, this poem is a mossy old oak falling in a forest with no one near ……………..to …….hear. .. in april, we poem. even on days we don’t wanna.   

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the unknown tomorrows of smallish dragons

blurrrrsday again, and the be -fuddlement continues. we know not what these hours might hold, nor how we shall knit them together to make a quilt of promise. but still we don our brightest tutus and most audacious ………………..clouds, as … Continue reading

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Lady Luck Takes a Rest

{Covid daze, Vegas style} .. My city is sleeping , shedding her green felt skins for bluer skies and quiet streets. The geese have taken over, waddling down the Strip like they own the joint, the new Bugsy Siegels of … Continue reading

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eyelash flutter

we huff and puff and blow dandelion fluff from here to kingdom come. go ahead, rub the genie’s lamp. rub the buddha’s belly. catch that copper penny fountain scent right between your teeth. we are salt-over-shoulder safe, falling for nothing. … Continue reading

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follow the yellow brick

rode our way south hard and fast and furious as all ………….{get out}, watched the sun dip low and slow like a lemon …….dum-dum lollipop song. clicked our heels and kicked ’em up, headed for AnywhereButHere and OverThere and someplace … Continue reading

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