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poetry_fictionThe first poet we're revisiting this year is Anne Sexton!
If you want a new prompt from her, comment on this post any time in January, and I'll give you a new one.
If you'd rather take a stab at an old prompt, you can take a look at the original sign up post, or the July Challenge prompts from that year.
Let's start the year with some fun!
If you want a new prompt from her, comment on this post any time in January, and I'll give you a new one.
If you'd rather take a stab at an old prompt, you can take a look at the original sign up post, or the July Challenge prompts from that year.
Let's start the year with some fun!
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Date: 2019-12-31 11:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-01-01 12:51 am (UTC)from Angels of the Love Affair
Your eyes are made of glass. They break. You are not brave.
You are alone like a dog in a kennel. Your hands
break out in boils. Your arms are cut and bound by bands
of wire. Your voice is out there. Your voice is strange.
There are no prayers here. Here there is no change.
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Date: 2020-01-13 07:49 am (UTC)I'd like a poem, please.
Thanks!
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Date: 2020-01-14 02:28 am (UTC)from Anna Who Was Mad
Speak Mary-words into our pillow.
Take me the gangling twelve-year-old
into your sunken lap.
Whisper like a buttercup.
Eat me. Eat me up like cream pudding.
Take me in.
Take me.
Take.