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Napowrimo #16
HAM
Christopher worked at a factory where meat was condensed into little tins. He got up at six am every day and drove thirty-five minutes to put ham in cans. At home he grew apples and ate spaghetti. He liked action movies and went on dates from the Internet. He put the thing in the cans all day with the machines. Sometimes the machines hummed ( Read more... ) -
NaPoWriMo #15
BEACH ( Read more... ) -
NaPoWriMo #14
COFFEE
Sara's dog decided he didn't like coffee. He sniffed at it for a few minutes before he actually tried it, and the smell seemed nice, maybe a little bitter, but with some milky sweetness. The taste wasn't at all appealing, though. He had found the coffee in a puddle that had collected from the tipped-over mug that was on the bathroom floor ( Read more... ) -
Another NaPoWriMo poem for today, because the other one was so short.
SNOW
Sara loves touching the snow. She likes walking in it, likes how it emphasizes the size and distance of the air, the space around her. Her dog leaves tracks like pairs of semi-colons that scrawl a line across her back yard.
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NaPoWriMo #12
SALADS
Sara's dog wanted to sleep in a giant salad. He wanted to have a tomato as a pillow, and nothing would ever wake him up.
I'm not feeling well. Might write something more substantial later.
Posted via LiveJournal app for iPad.
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NaPoWriMo #11
FLIES ( Read more... ) -
NaPoWriMo #10
NO DEER
I was trying to keep the deer out of my horse garden. They kept getting in and eating the horses. The horses wouldn't even get that big just foals before deer would come in and nibble their manes. Then my wife said I should just keep at it, that that was the price of growing things organically. I told her she doesn't understand and then I ( Read more... ) -
NaPoWriMo #9
COOKIES ( Read more... ) -
NaPoWriMo #8 (for real)
Okay, so that earlier post was a cop out. I wrote an actual poem today. Here it is.
I AM WATCHING A BOXING MATCH
I am watching a boxing match between two fighters without gloves. They are both crying. Their fighting names are me and you and these names are emblazoned on the backs of their elaborate shimmering capes that they shed before approaching ( Read more... ) -
NaPoWriMo #8
I'm going to cheat a little and just use this revision I made of NaPoWriMo #3 as my #8. I'll start working on real shit again when I'm back at work on my regular schedule.
TAQUERIA SAN JOSE
We know the sun is pear-shaped.
I have brought you this pear to illustrate my point.
Everyone in this restaurant won’t listen to me.
I hold my pear up, hold it up ( Read more... )