Tag Archives: Micro-poetry

“crisp beige”

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

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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“no surprise”

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

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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“always open”

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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“they won’t know”

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”

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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“broke the rules”

Written for:  The Twiglets  #100 – “broke the rules” Rules of the Company broke him personal decision: you find a rule absurd do you break it? My rule is tolerance, compassion, aid. I hope never to break it. A stranger … Continue reading

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weather thoughts

Written for:  The Twiglets #99 – “it’s weather” It’s the weather outside that is bone-deep chilling. Here in my arms a flame awaits. Weather-beaten by gusts of wind, and sharp needles of rain, the umbrella took off in all directions. … Continue reading

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Criticize

Written for:  The Twiglets #98 – “to criticize” How can I criticize you, let me count the ways. Wait! My litany just grew, and you simply don’t have enough days.   How long does it take to grow a hide … Continue reading

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