Category: creative writing
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Aftermath I feel like a river so full I might overflow my banks for years, so dry, now I am water, falling— falling like the ginkgo leaves, that lie scattered like footprints on the sidewalk, so rain-slicker yellow, they are wet, oh I had such a fever, once I was empty as an old Halloween…
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the start of a poem: driving home from Indiana sunset blazing an orange goodbye contrails crisscrossing the deepening sky speeding through billows of dust from the seed corn being processed by harvesters crawling the darkening fields Pendleton, Eden, Maxwell, tiny towns brick houses, bonfires blazing in…
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Vibrations I read today that four hundred forty beats per second equals the note called “A” I thought of you, of resonance, of tiny ear bones trembling with words of the resounding delight of being heard How the word ‘vibrant’ rings like a bell of poured molten bronze, cast cast like a spell, pure magic…
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My poor feet cannot stop bewitched, like in a fairytale, cursed: they cannot stop, so I walk and walk and walk as if my head is no longer in charge as if my heart might burst from beating and beating and beating This golden hour: cresting the hill breathing molten light and air electric between…
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Awash in gold, in crimson, lost October whispers my name — softly sings it, sleepily dreams it Alas, winter spins her frosty lace warm-cool shivers feather my spine— amber-frozen forever Our sighs paisley the morning air now October slips, pink-cheeked. Slides headlong through slick leaves: damp, brown— fallen, down
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Tell me a story You say, and I begin again. The beginning, always my favorite part sweet on my tongue, fleeting But I am ever hopeful digging now for middles and ends that are deeper and darker And boiling with life, like the depths of a sea where lampreys sway like seaweed, and dance In…
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September 23, 2014 / Haiku exercise Haiku #1 River curves away Blue sky sweeps above, cloudless iphone memory I am trying not to feel like I have to pin beauty down, like a butterfly to a board. But I can’t seem to stop. Another haiku? Haiku #2 Captured river, caught Pinned down, like a butterfly…
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Cicadas Their maracas shake in dark trees: even indoors, windows closed, fans on: they thrum, thrum, a constant presence, insect-induced tinnitus I like their cascading drone, insistent announcement—we live! Humans, greedier than any insect, haven’t killed them off, not yet, unlike the passenger pigeons, once so plentiful flocks of them darkened the daytime skies for…
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Originally posted on michaelalexanderchaney: The flash markets on this list include the best around. They’re not impossible to break into. Not as much as say, Willow Springs, whose editor informed us recently here on this blog that only one out of a thousand pieces gets picked for publication from the slush pile. One out of…
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The universal donor develops a taste for blood What if I closed my eyes right now, accelerated hard Just waited for the impact, the pain, the wailing sirens “She lost control on the Norwood Lateral,” they’d say. “Nearly bled to death.” Or what if I lost control, of myself, In produce between the melons and…
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