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Tag Archives: November poeming
Of death, and days
(for my great-grandmother) And crabapple orchards and hand-carved woodtravel souvenirs and decades-oldhard candies in delicate dishes. Named Pearl,she did both agitateand shine. Her noodles were legendary.(I got sick on them once,and that was the end of that.) Her crooked old … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems
Tagged dementia, Dia de Los Muertos, Grandma Needham, memories, noodles, November poeming
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Squandering Sunlight
.. There’s a last -ditch effort to our breathing, a long slow grieving process (progress?) that comes sharp with every sunset. We watch it plop into mountain range ocean spill quiet plain; disappear as if it never shined. We hold … Continue reading
Intricate Loathing
.. The way the stars cut sharp, tinder us toward ashes, tender us worth -less. The way the fender bends into the breeze, going ever nowhere and the way the music (too loud) is still saying no -thing and everything … Continue reading
Posted in moon poems, NaPoWriMo, Poetic Asides Chapbook Challenge 2016
Tagged broken stars, moon, November poeming, Poetic Asides
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When Breaking Open
… , bent toward center, inhaled deep like sunshine skin; when shelled and shadowed, fragile with waiting; when debating the difference between sigh and song; when falling. when calling to arms, to stars; when holding worlds in tired hands; stand … Continue reading
Love Squared, Shared
.. We go (forth), we multiply, by our selves. We embrace love and trace our selves in papered skin. We grin. We lend a hand. We stand for what is right and fight when needed, on our knees. We are … Continue reading
Night Music
… There’s a tang -led web of logic (a particular lyrical sway) to the way the cloud pack stacks the deck toward jazz -mine moon. There’s a fin -ality to the way the sea (her siren song strong) froths long … Continue reading
Posted in moon poems, NaPoWriMo, Poetic Asides Chapbook Challenge 2016
Tagged November poeming, Poetic Asides, word prompts
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The Intricate Foldings of Sheets, and Hearts
NovPAD, day 7.
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
know your onions
.. mother says pass (they make her eyes run, what with all those layers) but if you can hang in there a many peeling moon or two, there are things held close at center. .. Prompted by Quickly in … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged November poeming, onion poems, Poetry, Quickly in November
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Writ, You All
.. Summoned we are, summed up in syllables and symbols of our various selves. We stock our shelves with coffee, tea, words. We rise early, stay up late, breathe ink into the in betweens. We find the notion of being … Continue reading
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Tagged November Chapbook Challenge, November poeming, Poetic Asides, Poetry, rituals, Writing
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