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the chnott and the sarborant

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A chnott lay in the shearthenware upon the riverbed,
Eating up the fugebrumbs, and probing for his stead.

When upon a sarborant, he happened just to spy
Watchecating silver specks, and not yet gone to die.

“Halloo!” He called with all galand (his kindly voice did squee)
The sarborant just nodded once, with crubbled industry.

“What do you say, dear friendly ‘rant, what misharcheaks have you?”
-Our chnott is nice beyond rebuke, mountanic in his hue-

To which, the sarborant responded, watchecating still
“Inhavictius embergathes and logus emberspill.”

And with that wisdom simply spoke, the sarborant evailed
Leaving sprity slyler specks upon the ground regaled.

A dark night crept in latternish, the riverbed so small
The chnott galand with fugebrumbs, silver specks and all.

NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 16

Behind the poet

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In the picture
there is an oval mirror,
framed in braided mahogany
and it gives a reflection
of a glass door
-openness to the room-
implying she likes big spaces.

Beneath the mirror sits
a stack of books, fore-edge only showing
-no spines-
so we don’t know the titles
but I’m certain it contains an
old copy of Leaves of Grass
and Through the Looking Glass.

Next to the stack of books
is a dinosaur figurine,
a tyrannosaurus slightly outstretched,
it’s tiny arms not quite reaching…
something
and in the right corner is the front half
of a small silver toy car,
a flashy memento
just coming into the picture.

If only the dinosaur
can reach the stack of books in time,
he will be safe.

I wonder what kind of day it was outside,
when this picture was made.

NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 15

breaking the ice

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first, I loaded two coolers of frozen food
from a basement freezer, as if gathering
core samples from some artic
expedition, including
four bags of brussell sprouts
a box of apple dumplings
an assortment of frozen dinners
three vacuum-packed bags of black-eyed peas
from your step-father’s garden from 2007,

and freed, with a hammer and pick,
a pasta casserole
and a bag of frosted tilapia.

my hands screened the icy water
and glacial shards across
the floor of the freezer
and into a pan. once filled, I
carried it up the stairs
and tossed the debris
out the back door beneath
the lavender bush.

later, I trimmed the stems from eight
red roses and placed them
in tap water in a vase
on the corner of the kitchen
counter.

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NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 10

doppler collusion

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speak the sound,
then it resonates back
in waves that traverse time,
sometimes delayed.

When I was a child,
I used a tape
recorder to
compose sounds
and mimic noises and
imitate voices from what I heard.

Then played them back.

They were old,
voices
from movies and
TV shows, trustworthy sounds
to my ear, both as I spoke them and
as they were played back to
me from the tape.

sometimes
Stan Laurel wouldn’t
come out the way I heard him
when I spoke,

and I realize now,
I was only six.

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NaPoWriMo 2013, Day 6

Spitzer

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I’ve seen how the wind
blows left and right
over fields expanding as a universe
pushing tall grass aside
as a giant breath.

And heard the whistle of a thrown ball
a distance of sixty feet.
Yet cannot fathom the sight
of a star hurtling through
space millions of miles
pushing the dust of
of its forebears aside.

And from my vantage point
there is no sound.
with a silence that fills
the void.  And the path of its past
trailing without a whisper.

NAPOWRIMO 2013 day 5