Author's Note: As we are still in week 11, I present to you another Cento poem, aka a "patchwork" or collage poem composed entirely of lines from other poets, whom I have given proper credit to (in order of appearance) at the bottom. Enjoy!

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If The Creek Don't RiseDeep-hidden in undeciduous redwood shade ( Read more... )

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This poem is in the form of a Cento, which comes from the Latin word for "patchwork." The Cento (or collage poem) is "a poetic form composed entirely of lines from poems by other poets." In other words, the poem is itself a Wild Goose Chase, as I had to chase down other poets before I could create my own poem. Each of the poets ( Read more... )

Tessi was exhausted. She had been training for the last three hours, running her voice up and down through the musical scales and paying attention to her posture, so as to ensure perfect body alignment for efficient breathing and good phonation. Breath management was crucial to a good singing voice, and she had her mother's reputation to live up ( Read more... )

Akiya sat cross-legged on her woven grass mat and shivered as a gust of cold wind blew through the mouth of her hastily erected shelter. A few dry leaves danced in closely behind, honoring the Air Spirit with their graceful movement. One swirled around her dark head momentarily, then fell at her feet, spent ( Read more... )

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Nevaeh looked at her reflection.  Her slender, pale finger lightly traced the surface of the glass, from the top of her tousled blonde curls down the bridge of her aquiline nose - which to her eternal annoyance was not quite evenly centered between her sapphire blue eyes. Her finger continued down to the cupid’s bow of her lips, then paused and ( Read more... )

Cordelia opened the back door and leaned against the door frame. She zipped up her grey hoodie against the autumn chill and watched her younger sister work. Ellie’s brow was furrowed in concentration, and she stared dejectedly at the gloopy green concoction that bubbled languidly in the metal pot ( Read more... )

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