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I was going to do a different thing; I gave myself PERMISSION to do a different thing. But then the self-loathing came for the different thing, and I abandoned it about halfway through. So I did this thing. It’s a Monchielle. Title: In TensionWC: 86 These used to be my wingsNow they are vibrationsAmong circlets of boneAnd swaying blades of grassThey know the ways of stone These used to be my…

Very pressed for time this week, so just a handful of American Sentence Poem entries. AggressorWC: 13Pushing up the sidewalk to trip the unwary—the roots were here first. ShamefacedWC: 11Auntie wriggles sunburned shoulders and scolds the smudge of lingering moon. Well-WornWC: 14You, my love, are the dimple in the soft crown of my favorite hat. FabricationWC: 11Never mind the peonies nodding…

Just a Sunday-night panic write. This is a Compound Word Verse. Title: Weekend SweetWC: 58 Vermillion, low to the groundSummer’s strawberry tricks aboundNone too sweet Racing against the looming rainA creaking sailboat weather vaneSpins sweetly A world littered with wind-scoured dreamsMelodramatic swollen streamsBittersweet Iridescent tension—a flashDragonfly wings, brilliant and brashGreen…

This is a Decuain that started out rather grim, as it was inspired by a couple of rather dark images. But then it it just called up images of . . . well, block parties. Dumb little thing. Title: Block PartyWC: 63 A fallen fence and one abandoned flagA curl of ribbon wilting in the heatThe sing-song taunts of cousins playing tagThe hydrant roars, a river in the streetAsphalt steaming, ceaseless…

Well, I finally wrote the story I’ve been thinking about for a few weeks. I guess thank the Sunday scaries. This started out as part of a song. The assignment was to write something with two characters. I had a clear image of Lucy telling truths on the lawn, but then I couldn’t figure out how the other character figured in, so after writing an entire verse and most of a chorus, I scrapped it. I…

Again, should’ve written a story, but didn’t. This is an amphion. Title: ForetellingWC: 38 Her grandmother’s second-best shawlTasseled and blackCorners—exactFolding-table fortunes tell allA dead-stare truthThe serpent’s toothLiberation comes for the braveWho want to knowWho seek althoughThey’ve long-since shed the self they’ll save

On the one hand I wish I hadn’t chosen this form (Vers Beaucoup); on the other, it’s interesting to work with. I have a weird relationship with rhyme in straight-up writing (I’m a rhyming/assonance fiend in songwriting). I often think the sing-songy nature makes things sound cheesy (in my own; I like plenty of rhyming poetry from others), so this forcing the rhyme was kind of interesting, and it…

Just moving forward, or trying to. A Logolilt  Title: Southside Spring (Late)WC: 57 Sudden blooms: nature. space age grey.just yesterdaybare dirt A permanent wave, tree bark peeled.The season’s yield:rebirth. Skip the summer, a dusty roserushes, then slowsand sleeps. A blushing samara—alone.Unbleached, bare bonestill weeps. Summer and childhood’s ragged ends,yesterday’s…

Just trying to ride on the surface of whatever creativity there is. This is a Lannet. Title: Dis.OrderWC: 85 The flagstones are doling out bad advice—interlopers playing at wildernessJack-in-the-pulpit lifts its heavy headto find the crow-dipper sermonizingNature and fabrication, cheek by jowl. Life, pale and knotted, rises from the earthBedraggled, latter-day Opheliabows to the roadside…

Foolishly thought that five syllable lines would be easy, even with oddly placed rhymes. As ever, the joke is on me. I started out with an image I liked, but there are diminishing returns in the next two stanzas of this Le Jeune. Title: Afterthought SnapshotsWC: 67 Skirts caught by the breezeAugust wheat. The shadeof billowing joy.Bare feet dance, arms splayedYou circle, summonEvery whim…