She took them to bed

she settled under the covers
and ran her red nails up their spines

playfully earmarking
poetic pages

while biting down
hard on cinnamon candy

yes, she was a parallel reader

not to mention
a sesquipedalian librocubicularist

and she had such lucid dreams
every night!

Written for dVerse Quadrille Monday where Mish asks us to write a poem in 44 words that uses the word: candy

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The Frequency of your Words

If anyone had been watching
us howl at the moon
last Monday night
(our secret side #gig)

they’d know just what it takes
to make golden eggs crack

(sharp sounds that
shimmy in the wind)

I worried I’d left your poem
at home

but I found it in my pocket

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#FromOneLine 262

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Originally tweeted by Tricia (@triciasankey) on December 9, 2022.

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I’m that funny aftertaste

I wrap myself in an old blanket – faded and worn, with holes, like me. And in the tender gray, I swim undisturbed, trying to piece together the fragments, trying to stitch together lucid memories.

I close my eyes and consider the last time I stole a page of poetry and randomly cut out wistful words, taping them onto my mirror, coating my reflection in soft syllables and syrupy verse. I didn’t want to acknowledge the wrinkles and warts – the morphing skin.

I recall silver bells ringing that Christmas sundogs filled blue sky. In golden beams and hazy dreams, the UFO landed, scattering skiers in melting snow. My pupils burst as I folded loose bits of humanity into my soul.

Who am I now? Maybe I’m a spice you can’t name – ginger or cardamom? It’s all a guessing game now, in this primordial soup.

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Written for Prosery at dVerse where Lisa challenges us to write a piece of flash fiction that cannot exceed 144 words with a line from a poem by Cella Dropkin:

In the tender gray, I swim undisturbed

from her poem “In Sullivan County”

Last Thoughts

Heading home
landlocked – but floating

we light the void
dispelling evil spirits with a wink

all thoughts exposed in ecstasy
while memories blur in falling rain
in seven silent strings

with meanings scrambled just so

*consume unfiltered*

and learn to embrace fuzzy shadows and sky
(without words) (without thought)

then collapse
in waves
u n d o n e

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Written for dVerse MTB: In my end is my beginning where Laura has challenged us to write a poem composed solely from 12 last lines of our recent poems. This was such a great idea, I really love how this one flowed!!

Trading Up

The preacher arrived
and prayed with the man

to find the path
to Paradise

he must forgive rose’s thorns

with faith in
wise words
carved in stone

begging the trees
no more tricks

he traded his cold body

for the
warm tunnel

heading home.

My pic

Written for dVerse Quadrille Monday where Lisa invites us to write a poem in 44 words with the prompt word: warm

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Bless You

It can happen at any time

you sneeze
with eyes wide
open and

nobody says
“bless you”

or even Achoo

and you slip to the other side
and as some winged fish
drink the river dry

now I suffer from déjà vu
landlocked –

but floating.

#WriteMap 103
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Originally tweeted by Tricia (@triciasankey) on November 14, 2022.

Written for dVerse Poets Pub for Quadrille Monday where De challenges us to write a poem in 44 words that uses some form of the prompt word: wing

Happy Monday

It’s been a few weeks since I updated here, but I have managed to tweet a bit. I’ve been busy with an interesting writing project which I hope turns into something more in the future. I’m going to try to get up to date with my poetry reading! Wishing you all a lovely week! ❤️

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