Tag Archives: NaPoWriMo 2016

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. 

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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 … Continue reading

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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. … Continue reading

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Telling it Slant (and Upside-down)

{The inevitable magnitude of hindsight.}   .. The Beginning. (That’s what it was.) She, bereft. He left. She, depleted. He cheated. Her, a stranger. His anger. Got hitched with “I dos” She did, too. He did. Became friends. Boy greets … Continue reading

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17 American Sentences (that may or may not make sense)

.. When it comes to grocery shopping, I’m a bona fied full-cart girl. Poetically, not so much: give me 12 items or less, some space, please. Wordy drawn-out sentences present me in southern drawl, chaos crawl. Whitman had his leaves, … Continue reading

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Sea Chanty for a Splintered Sky

.. Red sky at night, and we delight in the salty spill of song. Hoist the sails and wait for wind! Blue moon is rising, mesmerizing wave and whispered longing. Hoist the sails and wait for wind! Gold threads on … Continue reading

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Smudging our Fingerprints on an Infinite Sky

.. I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, the pensive nature of the quill. The quiet pink will of the eraser, longing for things unsaid; the pull of paintbrush over parchment skin. We write reams and plant dreams in … Continue reading

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