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Stirring the Pot

Stirring the Pot

Chunks and grains swirl round and round. They form a muddy mass.
I keep my paddle churning them as I turn on the gas. 300 more words

Unfurling Hatred

It seems like an appropriate time to repeat this poem.  It also meets the prompt word!

Blind Judgment

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“Macho” by Judy Dykstra-Brown, jdbphoto   276 more words

Creative Pronunciation

Creative Pronunciation

“I’m serial,” he used to say,
a child with lips stretched tight
and fists clenched in earnestness;
and then,”How ruve!” when we laughed. 300 more words



This serpent that has tweeted and hissed
bursts forth like an erupting cyst,
uncoiling through the growing mist
of hydrocarbons, he checks his wrist. 151 more words

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