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DogearedI wonder if books
keep memories of all the
people who read them.
SurrogateI stopped using his full title
because it started sounding too formal,
and it’s hard to be standoffish with someone
who swaps albums and memories so generously,
who loves German chocolate but hates the smell of oranges,
who knows me by my boneless,
drowsy form on the couch and by my words.

And maybe one day he’ll ask
me to drop the title altogether and call him Brad,
but I won’t.
Because it sounds too much like dad,
and I’m afraid of slipping up.
Photo boothLet’s get lost in a photo booth. We’ll spend ten years making silly faces behind the curtain and emerge from the other side as serious adults stuck in black and white stills that get stuffed into wallets and forgotten about, never looked at again until our hair is as grey and faded as the photograph.
Stories of feelings with no names     i.

    The feeling you get the day after sending a letter, and you know there is no possible way that the recipient has received your message, let alone formulated time to write a reply. You still get just a little hopeful when you hear the mailman drive by. You rush out to the postbox a little too quickly and are disappointed by the pile of free coupons, bills, charity flyers, and a late Christmas card from Grandma Moses.

    ii.

    A sudden awareness that occurs during funerals that you are going to die. You are dying right now – your cells are shedding like snakeskin scales and your hair is turning silver and every moment
Humblei.
Your fingernails cropped
close to the tip of your fingers,
are precious to me.

ii.
A pair of glasses
aside a faded bookmark -
"on the table, dear."

iii.
One silver hair rests,
curled like your arthritic hands
between my bedsheets.
HarvestingYour fingers are scythes,
reaping my split ends into
sheaves of ponytails.
ConversionDeath ditched the robe some fifty years ago. Got with the times. Now he wears faded jeans and a secondhand pair of Converse that used to be white, with soles that have all but worn through. But the scythe is the real deal, polished with the robe he threw away and sharpened on dying breaths.
WIP - FlusteredThe record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
Glory-Be Bits ISaltfork was a town
preserved, frozen, lying low
under summer heat.

A pregnant moon shines,
swollen and heavy like a
very old cliche.

Sleeping, a finger
traces my jawline, gentle
and affectionate.

Dry erase boards
clean up so easily.
My mess is more permanent.
Tramps like usYou can’t take me far enough away.

I can’t stop thinking about leaving. I can’t stop trying to pull my feet up by the roots, trying to rip up the radicles I’ve been setting down since birth. I can’t breathe in these small towns, suffocating with friendly smiles, church bells, and the last fumes of exhaust from the bus transit hub, but these whitewall tires are flat. Those long drives with your feet on the dashboard always end in damp motels with thin blankets and half-hearted kisses.

We’re following the birds because they know where they’re going – they’re going somewhere warm. They&rsqu
Soft FocusI love you like old movies;
silently.
SandcastlesI want to know your hands like I want your hands to know the wrecked coastline of my body, knotted kelp hair and driftwood spine, shell pink skin and sea glass eyes. Your hands are made for building sandcastles from leftovers; I have all the materials you’ll ever need if you’ll just make me beautiful.
HalfwayHow well can you say
you know someone, if you don't
know their other half?
NuzzleNuzzling her forehead
like a deer; soft nudges morph
into softer kisses.
Expecting“My family thinks I want kids. Expects me to,” he tasted the bitterness on expect. “Just. . . it isn’t what I want for myself.” She made a useless gesture with her hands and sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. He placed a kind hand on her hair.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, kiddo.”
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Glory-Be Bits II

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Her almond shaped eyes were the color of pistachios.


Sometimes I just get so overwhelmed by all the stories I want to tell.


Butterflies are scruffy in macro. Which probably goes to prove something, but I'm not sure what.


My origami circus went up in flames.


I dreamed God turned Himself mortal just in time for the end of the world.


I found a map on my iPod.
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The haiku version.

Pieces from my prose #Glory-Be-Project notebook. I guess these bits are more prompts than anything else.
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~Flummoxative Apr 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I really like the bit about the origami circus.
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=SilverInkblot Apr 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Feel free to use it, because I doubt I ever will :XD:
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~lmoonga Mar 19, 2013
Theses are very cool!
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=SilverInkblot Mar 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you :)
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~TaraSwanwing Mar 19, 2013  Student General Artist
I especially like 4 and 5....:33
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=SilverInkblot Mar 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you :)
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=DrippingWords Mar 19, 2013  Student Writer
Wow. These are all really good!
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=SilverInkblot Mar 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you :)
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=DrippingWords Mar 19, 2013  Student Writer
You're welcome :D
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