Day 9: Noir

The guttural growl of the sax
and I am surrounded by twisted smoke
in the interrogation room.

"What do you have for me, sweetheart?"
Dick Tracy-wannabe who framed this babe.
I’m prolonging inevitable doom.

He wants to know about running giggle juice
and the Chicago overcoat found empty.
Dawn is coming all too-soon.

"There was nothing left in the joint—
just a bunch of John’s.”  I smile.
"You know, peepers like you."

It won’t be in the Rumble tomorrow.
Sister found dead on the side of the road,
outside the interrogation room.

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Prompt here.

1 year ago • April/9/2013

Day 8: Ottava Rima

Will you come to the garden with me
and discover what I’ve found there?
You ask, “Whatever could there be?”
We walk, wind tossing our black hair.
I lift a stone—small—and point to the green.
It was all we could share.

Our secret, stored away from eyes prying.
Our secret, it was the one that left you crying.

—-

Prompt here.

1 year ago • April/8/2013

Day 7: Declarative

I hate tomatoes.
They taste like rotten dirt.
The squish like what I imagine brains would.
They stink.
They are disgustingly red.

But why is it I love ketchup?

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Prompt here.

1 year ago • April/7/2013

Day Six: Farewell

I both love and hate you.
Vice.  Delicious.  Murderer,
You are my social crutch
and my stress reliever.

I both despise and adore you.
Smooth.  Stupid.  Sexy.
And as much as I say, “I’m quitting”,
You seem to always trap me.

—-

Prompt here.

1 year ago • April/7/2013

Day 7: Declarative

I highly dislike tomatoes.
They are red and wet.
They make weird squishing noises.
They smell like rotten earth.

So how is it I love ketchup?

—-

Prompt here.

1 year ago • April/7/2013

Day Five: Cinquain

Ocean
Deep, murky
Churning, tossing, twisting
My fear and friend
Drown

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Prompt here.

1 year ago • April/5/2013

Day Four: a Fine Disregard for Awkward Facts

 I hate talking about myself.
You know those really tense conversations?
The “oh-hi-my-name-is” and “i-am-insert number-years-old”
kind of banter?

Jesus, you’d think the world would get tired
of hearing me say that I went to three different colleges
and have a million dollars of student loan debt.

Or maybe we’d even dive a little deeper.
Maybe we wouldn’t skim the surface.

You’d never guess that the first thing I do in the morning
is sneeze three times.
Or that I own more smutty, slutty romance novels
than anyone I know.
Or how about how I have fantasies about my best friends?

….or we could just stick with, “Hi, my name is Katie, and I am 25.
I like the color blue.
I have two dogs.
And I don’t pick my nose in the bathroom.”

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Prompt here.

1 year ago • April/4/2013

Day 3: the Shanty

There once was a mermaid named Sue.
From the belly up, she looked like you.
And ever so pretty she was,
this mermaid named Sue.
I could’a swore when I kissed her,
it was you.

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Prompt here.

1 year ago • April/3/2013 • 4 notes

Day Two: Liar

I’m a bit more patient than I used to be.
I clean my house often
and I prepare him every meal.

I’m a bit more sane than I used to be.
I call my mother every day
and I don’t swear, holler, or sigh.

I’m a bit more classy than I used to be.
My Ps and Qs are minded
and I find time for charities.

I’m a bit more me
than I’d like to be.

—-

Prompt here.

1 year ago • April/2/2013

Day 1: First Liner

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
A sweltering Southern afternoon,
reeking of sunscreen and sweat?
The kind of day when the air hangs
like a towel, sopping from mid-morning wash.
Everything sticks to skin;
flesh is a sap-nest waiting to glue itself
to the nearest leather chair.
You’re an asphalt-scalding, hair-gone-flat, pool’s-not-cold, wishing-it-was-winter

kind of day.

——

Prompt here.

1 year ago • April/1/2013


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