Category Archives: Wordling Whirl
for the Sunday Whirl: singularities
Singularities one rough gleam flinty light off brittle ripples paint not brushed by flesh scrape of bright one chalk line round of barnacle and fish bone tail that swallows tongue cocoon of void one burnished chime austere as single strand
for the Sunday Whirl: singularities
Singularities one rough gleam flinty light off brittle ripples paint not brushed by flesh scrape of bright one chalk line round of barnacle and fish bone tail that swallows tongue cocoon of void one burnished chime austere as single strand
Whirling (baker’s dozen) :crocus
The woman with bad knees knows the mirage of magic beans. They don’t exist, she says, and, besides, they take too long. Not meaning the overnight sprout and plunge to stratosphere, but the climb, which she knows to be impossible.
Whirling (baker’s dozen) :crocus
The woman with bad knees knows the mirage of magic beans. They don’t exist, she says, and, besides, they take too long. Not meaning the overnight sprout and plunge to stratosphere, but the climb, which she knows to be impossible.
for the Sunday Whirl: study sheet
Cult Anthro po, Assig 4 Drawing information from the locale you used to complete Assignment 2, answer the following questions. If you have “misplaced” the previous, additional fees may be assessed. Devise a goddess to reside upon the nearest summit.
for the Sunday Whirl: study sheet
Cult Anthro po, Assig 4 Drawing information from the locale you used to complete Assignment 2, answer the following questions. If you have “misplaced” the previous, additional fees may be assessed. Devise a goddess to reside upon the nearest summit.
revising an old piece with wordle and form
Cusp we were wild we were fearless mockingbirds we sang slow-hot blues with nursery words tinkerbells fighting hook with a wink and grind and stick swords rank green with creek slime we made the world vibrate jangle and tap to
revising an old piece with wordle and form
Cusp we were wild we were fearless mockingbirds we sang slow-hot blues with nursery words tinkerbells fighting hook with a wink and grind and stick swords rank green with creek slime we made the world vibrate jangle and tap to
Protected: the painting on the wall
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Protected: the painting on the wall
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Process, and a Poem, and April’s Almost Over
Don’t know if you’re interested in how poems come about, but I just finished one that I think has legs, and am feeling pretty good. If you’re up for a side trip, I’ll tell you how it developed.
Process, and a Poem, and April’s Almost Over
Don’t know if you’re interested in how poems come about, but I just finished one that I think has legs, and am feeling pretty good. If you’re up for a side trip, I’ll tell you how it developed.
Happy Birthday, Sunday Whirl: Use this Word in a Sentence
Methodical, she dusted as she shelved. No day, she thinks, exists without its coda. In the mirror, she admires the spangling of freckles across her nose; she prefers an abstract image, her hands are origami. Once, she wanted to be
Happy Birthday, Sunday Whirl: Use this Word in a Sentence
Methodical, she dusted as she shelved. No day, she thinks, exists without its coda. In the mirror, she admires the spangling of freckles across her nose; she prefers an abstract image, her hands are origami. Once, she wanted to be
for the Sunday Whirl: riding hood revisited
I’ve gotten quite a bit of mileage out of Red Riding Hood. Most of my previous batch are hanging around in limbo, waiting for the genie of revision to pop out of the lamp, but something made me wonder what
for the Sunday Whirl: riding hood revisited
I’ve gotten quite a bit of mileage out of Red Riding Hood. Most of my previous batch are hanging around in limbo, waiting for the genie of revision to pop out of the lamp, but something made me wonder what
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