Tag Archives: WWP Prompt

Jadhu

Posted on Sunday, April 27, 2014 by Memoirs Of A Dead Woman

Movies suspend disbelief, make the laws of physics mere suggestions, voidable at will. I once saw this at work in a Bollywood film: a knavish, pompadoured man date-stamped about 1967 held a tiny tear aloft on a single fingertip and … Continue reading →

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The Liberation of Dulcinea

Posted on Monday, December 23, 2013 by Memoirs Of A Dead Woman

Darkly we whisper: this tale is older than you, a world that will never pause like dust to build a hill; the curves and loops of letters create their own rhythm. Have they trampled over barbwire?

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The Time Traveler’s Carol

Posted on Thursday, December 12, 2013 by Memoirs Of A Dead Woman

Shadows and tall trees tell me I’m a tourist in the fourth dimension. The flying cloud, the frosty light, suspended water, tree perfume: through the canopy of the leaves, a rich mandala hallucinates in high fidelity.

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Ode to a Pipe Man

Posted on Saturday, December 7, 2013 by Memoirs Of A Dead Woman

for Virgil Broad brown fingers, your sycamores of light dance nimbly on digits black and white; pipes breathe song through open throats — brass-toned or sometimes woodwind ghosts,

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Iconography

Posted on Saturday, December 7, 2013 by Memoirs Of A Dead Woman

Disclaimer: if you are easily offended by non-religious depictions of the Blessed Virgin Mary or satirical literature in which she appears, then do not read this poem. Otherwise, keep reading. 🙂 + + + + + + + + + … Continue reading →

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Ice Cream

Posted on Friday, October 18, 2013 by Memoirs Of A Dead Woman

For Dylan Stars melt into hills with smooth sleek backs, arced perfect and round, their zenith spines kissing the sky. Snow cannot ever hope to be as sweet; it transmutes into crystalline, lattice forms to compete and steal human eyes … Continue reading →

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The Soong Kachina

Posted on Friday, September 27, 2013 by Memoirs Of A Dead Woman

I have been trying to ascertain the meaning of the Sun Kachina’s statement, Data remarked to Counselor Troi as they sat at the small table in his quarters. He gently swept a thick dollop of turquoise paint with his brush … Continue reading →

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