By chance, I happened upon a prompt that directed me to turn to page 168 of a book, then use all of the words appearing in the seventh line of text on the page. The book I happened to grab was Fight Club…
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Three poems in response to calliope/troll/raspberry
So, I went to an Xmas party yesterday held by one of the groups whose readings I regularly participate in. The main activity was a friendly competition, in which we each got three words to incorporate into a poem that we would then read. My words were calliope, troll, and raspberry. Ugh!
Alphabet Poem #10
The J poem.
Alphabet Poem #9
The I poem.
Boy, is my face orange (a poem)
This shadorma popped into my head when I got up this morning.
When the sinking cannot be stopped (a poem)
Poetry Marathon 2016, Hour Twelve: Stipulations for receiving
Twelfth poem of the day. I followed the prompt, which was to write a poem using at least five of the following words: moon, lake, glory, jeep, breastbone, spare, canopy, panic. This means I am officially done with the half marathon. Depending on how I feel after I come back from tonight’s reading, I may try to add a couple more. If I don’t, good night! Continue reading
Evening (a poem)
A surprisingly grey day. Instead of going to the usual second-Saturday readings, I stayed home and made soup…
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The abandoned book (a poem)
Managed to pull this one out at almost the last minute…
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Use your words (a poem)
Can’t live with them, can’t live without them…
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Ordinary Average Thoughts 