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Tag Archives: crazy November
Phobia
Phobia When they ask her what exactly she is afraid of, she knows it does not have a name. It cannot be labeled, or catalogued or studied or enclosed within the sharp, exacting edges of one word. When they ask … Continue reading
Upon Waking Up a Live Wire
… Ask her if the day has a name, if she’s wearing the same …………shoes …..socks ………………smile as yesterday’s pain. ..
Outside the Box
.. It’s a castle. A cottage in the woods. A cozy split-level for four in a friendly suburb. See the white ……………………(graffiti) picket fence? It’s a cabin in a dense forest. A humble condo at the lake. Hear the …………….(traffic) … Continue reading
if i’d only listened to the hum of my own heart
.. , perhaps i might have stopped trying to name my song, before the middle strains were done. perhaps i might have wanted less, and wand -ered more, roamed the floors of my own hope. perhaps i might have stored … Continue reading
If I’d Only Remembered {Not} to Listen
.. The world’s got a funny way of saying I love you, a sunny way of flaying my skin wide open and ………….{still} asking me to shine. .. poetic asides november chapbook challenge, day 3.
Posted in NaPoWriMo, Poetic Asides Chapbook Challenge 2016
Tagged crazy November, crazy world, NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo 2016, November, poeming, Poetic Asides, Poetry, shine, spin, world view
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totem
.. don’t poke the head. she’ll snail back in, and sail along her sea of goo. don’t steal her heart. she hasn’t sparked it in awhile, and time’s a wastin’. heart of dragon, head of snail? confusing, yes. and it … Continue reading
Dragon
.. I am spangled in the sacred skin of wandered sky, the whisperthin wishes of distant stars. I have swallowed moon; mooched her borrowed glow. See my wings? These fallen, fragile things are once again learning how to be. … Continue reading
Luna, Landing
.. We have made much of this wily moon, her rebel comings and her goings, her invisible tide sky-strings, the quiet way she ducks and dives and dis -appears. Hold her milky skin within your own; set your beat to … Continue reading
first things first
.. thought we knew what but then the day cracked wide open, and we chickened out. .. Quickly in November, day 2.
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged crazy November, egg, November poeming, Quickly in November, quickly prompts, which came first
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