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NaPoWriMo 2020 30: Bang

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NaPoWriMo 2020 30: Bang

banging deadlocked doors with bloodied fists, splintering both wood and will, we traverse the train's length, cars clacking endless ahead, the chiaroscuro of tunnels snuffing our torches at every turn, but stubborn, we push

NaPoWriMo 2020 29: Slither

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NaPoWriMo 2020 29: Slither

Eden unfolded in the crook of your neck when fingers met your interstices, and in the fated exchange of metaphorical ribs, sentinel serpents slithered 'round my ankles, historians of your soul and skin, and I could not, for the life of me, summon the strength to layer leaves over the shell-shocked alcoves flanking each side of my bruised conscience, could not resist the beckoned fruit, the tang of juice that burst from every gnash of teeth, unsated as a river that crashes without reason.

NaPoWriMo 2020 28: Flutter

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NaPoWriMo 2020 28: Flutter

hummingbird, will you flutter in this cage of bones erratic, seeking nectar out of reach whether you soar forward or crash fruitless backward whirligig, will you soon learn the futility of infinite loops

NaPoWriMo 2020 27: Flick

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NaPoWriMo 2020 27: Flick

our city's a series of flickering windows the fluorescence flicking in speedy succession the same question echoes behind every locked door do we part our curtains to these malignant airs or content ourselves with the hearse of our own breath recycled like we are hurtling off in shuttles is this what laika felt whimpering in deep space every jolt sparking hope of master coming home
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NaPoWriMo 2020 26: Thrum

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NaPoWriMo 2020 26: Thrum

I know you only by your balikbayan boxes fish oil tablets like chewy amber & cocoa with the tiny marshmallows Every chiffon skirt you sent I relegated to my closet, instead splitting my trousers with childish games I was a baby then but I recall hands on my face, lemon-scented & soft as butterfly wings as my skin bristles beneath the equator I see you now halfway 'cross the globe in scarves & chunky sweaters glasses fogging up with flakes skating over frozen lakes until you spin yourself into a statue whether nestled up in clouds or buried six feet underground somewhere you lie slumbering blue lilies thrumming on your throat

NaPoWriMo 2020 25: Swoop

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NaPoWriMo 2020 25: Swoop

flowers are fickle every seed an exercise in faith, hope & love if planted too deep a seed won't shoot to the sun & will instead sleep if planted too high birds will swoop & claim a seed for their yearning young water your seedlings do not drown them; fertilize but not by too much elements can be both foe & friend: only you can tell the difference

NaPoWriMo 2020 24: Shriek

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NaPoWriMo 2020 24: Shriek

We burned witches on the fringes of our village for mashing herbs to break the fevers of our children, for blaspheming our sacred texts with marginalia, for hitching hems above their ankles before our husbands. We witnessed each sizzle and shriek, awaiting a miracle that never came, stoked the fire with our pitchforks. Today, we're safe, not on the stakes, but tomorrow, who's next?

NaPoWriMo 2020 23: Rumble

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NaPoWriMo 2020 23: Rumble

dream to dream wafting out like dimsum steam bamboo streaming past my grasp, dumpling tumbling off the pan the sky cracks in half & yolks out the sun, dripping gold into the yawning absence you've abandoned to this rumbling sugar and spice whether measured or thrown cannot recreate a half erased face, & no recipe will bake a girl nor will whisking peaks, first soft then stiff whip you into perfect fruition, for all i make must crumble if i collage you in chocolate or pastiche you in persimmons & plums will you once again evaporate or settle this time on my plate?

NaPoWriMo 2020 22: Snap

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NaPoWriMo 2020 22: Snap

You're a miracle of happenstance we wish we could undo. Perfect words aligned to pregnant silence, now here you are. You happened. We don't deserve your rubber band laughter like Roman candlebursts, so we snap you back, a shriveled bean bouncing off the chair. In the kitchen, we're strangers smiling across a sea of little fires, waiting for your exhale to release us from the parts that we all play. Lulled to sleep by sugar dreams, you wake to separate slamming doors.

NaPoWriMo 2020 21: Tinkle

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NaPoWriMo 2020 21: Tinkle

Shutter your antique shop for the night. Tally the notes and stack up the coins. Lock up with a tarnished silver key. Do not, under any circumstances, allow strange shapes to break in and rob you blind. Never again. Spin the jade globe just so, for oceans to echo your view, only to twist again into unknown terrain by tomorrow. Polish the ceramic cats by the window. Rotate their Cheshire smiles away. Why do they keep turning back? A tinkling melody reaches you. Ballerina twirling 'cross the room. You move to box her in again, but then a pair of star sapphires divert you, twinkling in the dust of forgotten gems. They call you t
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FFM 2016 6: Birds Bring the Rain

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FFM 2016 6: Birds Bring the Rain

They ran through the rice field, crops crunching golden underneath their bare feet, Lucia bounding ahead like she always did. “Wait!” Mateo gasped. “Listen! I. Need. To. Show. You. Something!” He tried grasping her saya, but it slipped out of his fist like buttery silk. The sun on her shoulder, Lucia stood on the crest of the hill and looked down at him. By the time he reached her, her black eyes gleamed with starry glitter. “What is it you wish to show me? Is it a new game for us?” The stars twinkled. “So you see, at the current state of things, weather at the archipelago is not exactly optimal.
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NaPoWriMo 2019 07: Rafflesia

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NaPoWriMo 2019 07: Rafflesia

They say I’m a beast. Yearning to stir a storm above a landscape as jagged as my own. Burning to stroke tremors down a breathing valley, soak my fingers in jars of liquid gold, when I cannot keep my own lid primly screwed. They call me an anomaly when I eschew the Adonis they’ve chiseled by my bed. I am a heretic when I topple their stone idols. A radical when I abandon the sweet-scented cadence of their language. An animal to want a mate sans blue-green plumage. A monster when I break things.

cosmic latte

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cosmic latte

small town diner jukebox casts 90's pop songs on a loop across creaking hardwood and paisley-print cushions; there's a mustard stain on the waitress's checkerboard apron, a run in her hose and fingernail polish flaking like dandruff into the burly corner booth truck driver's scrambled egg whites and hash, hold the salt. if this were wednesday, the perky brunette would be disheveled, sobbing into her on-again off-again's embroidered handkerchief while your food waits, forgotten, in the window... but it's thursday and they've made up and his breath is only slightly tainted by his addictions. instead, she flits a smirk at you over the pages of
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