2014 Sign Up Post

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Just a reminder before we begin:

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If you have any questions, remember you can ask them in the questions post.

Sign ups will be accepted until 11:59 p.m. CST on December 31, 2013 (the time in your part of the world), and the prompts will be given on January 1, 2014.

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Comments

[lunesque]

Of course I'm in.

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At two in the morning, when the moon
has driven away,
leaving the faint taillight of one star
at the horizon,

[finch]

Yay! I'm definitely in.

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to make conversation,

the neighbors ask
if they are still alive.

[serpentine]

Joining in!

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now it's April again,
and again that old fool
thinks he's young.

[rroselavy]

I'm in!

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I once held on my knees a simple wooden box
in which a rainbow lay dusty and broken.

[meroure]

I'd love to participate again. meroure

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an ancient, fearful hypochondriac
and his fretful son and daughter,
asing directions, trying to read
the complicated, fading map of cures.

[kirathaune]

I'm in!

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I sometimes
take hold of the cold porcelain knob
of the moon, and turn it,

[pleonasm]

I'd like to play, thanks!

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their stems all pointed the same direction
like soldiers, a shine on their faces.

[ariestess]

I'm definitely in!

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their greenness gone, their ribs and webbing
spun into a thick, dull paper
upon which all the words have run together,

[amaresu]

I'm in.

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they piled up on each other,
and the bottom ones smothered
while the top ones froze.

[wishfulclicking]

I'd like to give it a try again.

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It left a frail red line
trembling along on the darkness,
and that was my name, my name.

[saekhwa]

Going to try this again. \o/

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Where can he be
while I chat with you about the rain, beginning
to ring the fenders of trikes and bikes
parked in ranks on the drive?

[bookblather]

I'll give this a shot!

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But the soft old marbles, grainy from weather
and losing their names, have a steady glow,
like paper bags with candles lit inside,
lining a path, an invitation.

[evandar]

I'm in

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nestled in curls of dead leaves,
a stone frog the color of your brain
prepares his leap.

[samskeyti]

Yes, me too.

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Nothing else
ever enters its mind. After all,
it's a very old furnace,
and all of its friends have moved on.

[thatfangirl]

Under the wire! thatfangirl

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Someone's been up here nights,
and in a hurry,
breaking the headstones.