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christmas cards If I had to choose one thing on earth to magically write out of existence, or warp into a parallel dimension, or failing everything aim billions of very tiny ICBMs at, it would be Christmas cards. Or, more specifically, Australian Christmas cards. My hackles usually go up around September, when the shops get flooded, and they don't go down until after Boxing Day, when I can finally dispose of any I may have received with a dark smile and possibly a match and some hairspray. Because Christmas cards in Australia represent the biggest fantasy on the face of our planet.christmas cards by `zebrazebrazebra
They have snow on them, and cute little robins leaving tracks in the snow. T
clark kent Silver eyeshadow and a blush; smack lipsclark kent by `zebrazebrazebra
and sway hips. The nail file's on overtime
and the glitter's out sick. Snap bra strap,
winking at the mirror; stars could get lost
in this cleavage, and these cups could be
flowerpots for a healthy crop of petunias
or baskets for hot air balloons, if I chose.
Tonight I'm juxtaposing crepe with Lycra;
all those stubborn parts sedated, yielding
like cats before the leap. Skirt the colour
and size of a blackbird's wing and knickers
tight enough to make me sing. Peep show
smile; big hairstyle. Just the faintest smell
of wine. And I close the phone booth door
without a single sound:
tonight I don't fear K
the hanged man This little red book you call the human body:the hanged man by `zebrazebrazebra
take it up and shake it. Shake the flaking pages
out of it, shake it from endpaper to endpaper
until the last of the phrases are gone; shake it
until it's aching and empty, the soul of a bird.
I will give you new words.
thoughts on a role Writing is like locking yourselfthoughts on a role by `zebrazebrazebra
out of your apartment
and spending the rest of your life
looking for your keys
when they were in your hand
all along.
napowrimo April 1stnapowrimo by `zebrazebrazebra
wheeling birds
the sky
is a sweet bike
April 2nd
squatting
by the chess board
red guards
April 3rd
vines down
the old wall
reclaiming, reclaiming
April 4th
little ants
building China
—waidiren
April 5th
winter trees
bleak hands
in the smog
April 6th
here comes spring!
wonky whistling
trumpet man
April 7th
the ginger cat
calls her tail
a toy
April 8th
sparrows up high
down low
too slow
April 9th
wrinkled
in smog cloth
first star
April 10th
little poplar
flinging
fuzzy snow
April 11th
spring day
a green haze
advancing
April 12th
pekinese
can piss on a bike
if he likes
April 13th
first days of summer
her
lepidoptera summer slumbers under her,lepidoptera by `zebrazebrazebra
all ragged plaits and smiles;
the sun makes stained glass
of her skin. she breathes in
and the morning follows her,
laps at her like a nectar tide
and she bends, she sways,
her body a thin pin stabbing
at the dawn--
now and then her hips quiver
to an unheard song, her arms
breaking sunlight into shade.
she
Prose YourselfHis hands are sweatyLines weak but the plot is heavyThere's typos in his writing already'Mom's spagerti'He's done thisBut in other drafts it was brash and crappyIt lacked soul, he kept on forgettingWhat's he wrote now?A hoe-down?That's enough of that plot for nowHe opens the ledger but the sheets won't come outHe's submitting nowEverybody's critting now..'File not found'Another plan on the ground...SNAP BACK TO HIS MASTERYOH, THERE GOES CLARITYSTUCK WRITING POETRYHIS PRETTY POOR LITERARY, SKILLS DON'T STAND WITH ME, NOPETHE CRIT, HE WON'T GET ITHE KNOWS HIS WHOLE BACKSTORYIT DON'T MATTER HE WROTEY.A, SO DOPEYET SO STAGNANT, HE KNOWSWHEN HE GO
Exquisite Corpse Variation 1: Lottery (Results!)Hey everyone! It may have taken a lot longer than expected, but the first variation is finished! My instructions may have been a little confusing, but everyone pulled through.
Here's the order:
1. :devCailinLiath:
2. :devTheSkaBoss:
3. :devangeljunkie:
4. :devcassildra:
5. :devHalatia:
6. :devfutilitarian:
7. :devfllnthblnk:
8. :devVigilo:
9. :devangelStained:
10. :devBeccalicious:
11. :devphoenixofthenet:
12. :devzebrazebrazebra:
13. :devoblivion00:
14. :devAmberlouie:
The original piece from whose lines I gave to each of you was an unnamed piece from Simon Armitage:
I've made out a will; I'm leaving myself
to the National
Upon Discovering Crop Circles in Iowa "Upon Discovering Crop Circles in Iowa"Upon Discovering Crop Circles in Iowa by `PinkyMcCoversong
My wife being such a light sleeper,
it's a true miracle of the Lord that she did not wake
at the glow, at the sound of an entire field bending
to Their will.
I'd rather not discuss who They are –
but if it weren't God it was some power
that took the grain of my fields and built
Under Dread The winter, the whole winterUnder Dread by ~completeaccident
is sitting on my head, nesting its fingers
in the little hairs over my ears.
Its friend, the great and unnamed doubt,
is leaning against my collarbone
in a most familiar fashion,
and I fall in and out of balance
irregularly irregularly.
I have a beauty waiting, warm, willing
on speed dial, but the phone--
where did I leave the phone again?
Beauty is as elusive as
the car keys, which, I swear,
were just in that pocket. I
had my hand on them. The whole winter
keeps coursing its little nails
up and down my neck and taking
all my breath away.
There was a dream I had that
I almost remember, almost r
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