Tag Archives: wordplay

hold the phone

.. here: can you hear me? ask the moon (she sighed) , and she’ll show you her darker side, the way she’s come to know the seas. she sees all, you (k)now: the way we steal a moment, weigh the … Continue reading

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pneumatic bounce

.. by the alphabet nectar of her own skin, the thunder -pulse of her imposter collarbone, she begins to once again comprehend the sound of rain. the space between stars. the way scars both sting and sing. the untraceable impossible … Continue reading

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A little giddy gets hungry.

.. Poverty turned pink in the beds of strangers, arranged to meet several someones for drinks, with earnest. Oh! what a nice long (slightly soft) chat, that afternoon pass -port into the surf. Foreign service notwithstanding, she’s left in a … Continue reading

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Gutter Walk

.. You’ve been talking about cock -ing your head at the things I’ve said, shi(f)t -ing gears to better tit -ill -ate the masses. You’ve been making lucid passes at the topography of pneumonia, the acid gravel of the sky’s … Continue reading

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going…going…

.. gone girl. gong girl, high on king kong girl, smack that plane right outta the sky. wrong, girl. too long, girl. don’t just run, girl. fly.   ..

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woozy

.. it’s a doozy, this catawumpus flummox be ……………-fuddle, meant. this tailspin blunder …..-ment won’t stop. she’s feeling boozy, though she hasn’t drunk ……………………..a drop. she’s dizzy, in a tizzy (hope there’s no quizzy ………..at the end). she’s busy building … Continue reading

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Spell, Bound

Come, sit a spell in the citadel and help me coral (core all) my syll- a -bulls. Dey got sharp horns (and harps, shorn) and dey songs is harm, Mon -(s)izing up all this strange. You got a pair, a … Continue reading

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Four Words, Backwards

{one of his low, slurning books}   .. mawn lower,   fry. ………..stir.     .. Shawna word list. 

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Lingui-stick (Pure Ism)

(misuse of aspiration)   .. You can’t shake it at my vocab (you, leery) or my soul ice(ism) or my ver(y) nack (you, leer) ex-bliss-it earthy sway. Today: spunk. A fraction of grey. The silver slivered etiquette of books, savage … Continue reading

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A low ha

hulas across the land: ………..hello, goodbye giggle-hummed …into the sand.   .. Inspired by a fun word breakdown from my Shawna. 

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