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“crisp beige”

Posted on January 16, 2019 by

Written for:  The Twiglets #109 – “crisp beige” crisp beige neatly pressed folds that flutter kitchen curtains Her brand new beige blanket was burnt to a crisp in the accidental fire. She looked smart in her beige Channel suit knowing … Continue reading →

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Secrecy

Posted on January 9, 2019 by

Written for:  The Twiglets #108 – “with great secrecy” He ran his government with great secrecy and many lies. Numerous valuable jewels were hidden in the old man’s manor. By the time death took him, he could not remember where … Continue reading →

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Ring

Posted on December 19, 2018 by

Written for:  the Twiglets #107 – “with a ring” She heard shuffling feet at front door. There was no one she wished to greet. A bell rang and she was sure that wily wolf had returned. ’twas only harm he’d … Continue reading →

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“no surprise”

Posted on December 12, 2018 by

Written for:  The Twiglets #106 – “no surprise” No surprise in her eyes entering her party. She faked a gasp, smartly. There are no surprises anymore, said the cynic until she met Santa Claus, broken leg at a clinic. super … Continue reading →

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Never A Sure Thing

Posted on December 5, 2018 by

Written for:  The Twiglets #105 – “could not lose” He could not lose himself in a crowd. After events in her life, there was nothing more left to lose. A boozing loser all his life was finally kicked out by … Continue reading →

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Razor

Posted on November 28, 2018 by

Written for:  The Twiglets #104 – “like a razor” A bright light has burned out. I feel like my heart has been cut with a razor. I tasted razor clams in Portland. They were not keen-edged. A man who was … Continue reading →

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“always open”

Posted on November 21, 2018 by

Written for:  The Twiglets #103 – “always open” Sign said, Always Open. a mixed-race couple were told they just closed. always open your mind to new thoughts There once was a man from Hoboken who coughed with his mouth wide … Continue reading →

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Loud Annoyances

Posted on November 14, 2018 by

Written for:  Poetics Aside 2018 November PAD Chapbook Challenge – Day 14 Two-for-Tuesday .Write a quiet poem.  Or . . . .Write a loud poem A man who was trying to sleep was bothered by sounds of Beep! Beep! A … Continue reading →

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“they won’t know”

Posted on November 14, 2018 by

Written for:  The Twiglets #102 – “they won’t know” Rotary phone you have to dial, record player, vinyl albums in piles, typewriter, onion skin paper you rolled in, hanging laundry in fresh air– they won’t know; they won’t care. Without … Continue reading →

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“brick-by-brick”

Posted on November 7, 2018 by

Written for:  The Twiglets #101 – “brick-by-brick” She shrunk her world brick-by-brick Only with bricks would the house be secure for the third little pig He was obsessed with building a wall sent in troops while it grew ever tall … Continue reading →

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