Tag Archives: PAD November Chapbook Challenge 2020

stage: left

we outta here with our pens and our plans and our cramped-up hands and our scrib-bled dreams. these syllables are our last gasps and death-rattle rasps of lyric, lung and ripped-at-stanza seams. this means  our scribbles are all scrabbled out, and there’s no doubt … Continue reading

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blue friday

and what’s next is breathingand believing the best and getting some rest and communing with sky and not asking why and holding on to Whoand breathing in Blue.  :: written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.

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to fall in love with the world again

, you must engage a flower in full conversation.  you must allow a tree to tell you secrets.  you must find yourself in this ridiculous sky.  to fall in love with this world {a gain},  you must hold hands with hopeand contemplate clouds.  you must bare your soul your feet your heart  … Continue reading

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she of feathers

  we uncage her, engage her in song.  the world’s a skyof branches and blue, a humming-hope promiseof wing and wind.   written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.

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how then shall we scale this sky?

if you bend low, i can stand on your should-ers and stretch up up up on my tiptoes to reach Orion’s belt                     and fly.  ::written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.

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there’ll be nothing but coal in the tiny stockings of these iambic feet

this poem is more naughty than nice, spicy syllables laced with ghost  -pepper, ancho and then carelessly t o s s e d  in a mean serrano poblano moon sauce.  :: written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.

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how’d we get so?

this poem is that shiny copper penny and the horseshoe turned to sky and the wild why of dandelion fluff and other wished-on stuff                       {like stars} . it’s worth its own saltand a sprinkle of (p)luckand has the audacity to sneeze a syllable in public so help me God                     {bless you.}  … Continue reading

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