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Whimsical writings

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Writing at a whim. Monday, October 6, 2014. Wait, for now. Distrust everything if you have to. But trust the hours. Haven't they. Carried you everywhere, up to now? Personal events will become interesting again. Hair will become interesting. Pain will become interesting. Buds that open out of season will become interesting. Second-hand gloves will become lovely again;. Their memories are what give them. The need for other hands. The desolation. Of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness.

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life's not a paragraph

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The life of Meeko :. Monday, August 02, 2010. Since feeling is first. Who pays any attention. To the syntax of things. Will never wholly kiss you;. Wholly to be a fool. While Spring is in the world. My blood approves,. And kisses are a far better fate. Lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry. The best gesture of my brain is less than. Your eyelids' flutter which says. We are for eachother: then. Laugh, leaning back in my arms. For life's not a paragraph. And death i think is no parenthesis.

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Writing at a whim. Wednesday, March 25, 2015. And out you went. When you stepped into my life. You made me question,. 窶廩ow on earth did I realise you were here.窶 /div. Was it the way, we did not speak. And spoke when we needed to. Or when you sat beside me at lunch. And told me what you did yesterday. I bet it was the times we texted. And didn窶冲 care to reply each other. But you walked in anyway,. Snuck in through the backdoor,. Announcing your eminent arrival. Now I窶冦 stuck with a mouthful of words,.

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Whimsical writings

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Writing at a whim. Saturday, November 29, 2014. Absence by Carol Ann Duffy. Then the birds stitching the dawn with their song. Have patterned your name. Then the green bowl of the garden filling with light. Then the lawn lengthening and warming itself. Then a cloud disclosing itself overhead. Is your opening hand. Then the first seven bells from the church. Pine on the air. Then the sun's soft bite on my face. Then a bee in a rose is your fingertip. Then the trees bending and meshing their leaves. Let me...

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Whimsical writings

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Writing at a whim. Thursday, April 30, 2015. I was always the prose writer. You were always the poet. Remember when we saw that little boy with scraped knees? You weaved metaphors through his wounds, transforming his cuts. Into blossoms. Teasing meaning. Out of unmeaning, you crafted with words a tinkling wind-chime. That sang with your distinct voice. I preferred asking questions, chronicling the whos, whys and hows. I sought to construct frames over these scratches, to link past. And out you went.

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Whimsical writings

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Writing at a whim. Thursday, April 30, 2015. Write a ten line poem with each line starting with the phrase "I ask". Your questions build in intensity through the poem. I ask for the salt. I ask how your day was. I ask if you remembered the milk;. I ask if you forgot the anniversary. I ask you to look me in the eye when. I ask if you still think of her, if she knows. I ask about the two of you, not that what. I ask matters: there is nothing left in why. I ask, when all that remains of us is that.

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Whimsical writings

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Writing at a whim. Sunday, May 11, 2014. No Hemlock Rock by Jennifer Michael Hecht. Don't kill yourself. Don't kill yourself. Don't Eat a donut, be a blown nut. That is, if you're going to kill yourself,. Stand on a street corner rhyming. Seizure with Indonesia, and wreck it with. Racket. Allow medical terms. Rave and fail. Be an absurd living ghost,. If necessary, but don't kill yourself. Let your friends know that something has. Passed, or be glad they've guessed. Bat crazy you will batter their hearts.

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Whimsical writings

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Writing at a whim. Wednesday, April 15, 2015. Write a poem in which you wake up and it's 3am and you're in a park. Make no reference to water, plants/trees or animals. It窶冱 3am and there are shadows. A perfect broken body. I do not recognise. Couples were calling their. The sound of a motorcycle. A car alarm goes off. It screams and screams. Into the deathly stillness. The faces of the stars. What is it you are not telling me? Why does everything start and end. The wind swoops down. I speak into the wind.