Is the muffin man a murderer
as some folks would say
luring children with his muffins
as many as fourteen found dead
near Drury Lane
beware his ingredients of death
to a wanting child
or
is he the bearer of sweet treats
yes i know this muffin man
bring me a muffin
fresh from your oven
for oven I have not
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NaPoWriMo April 17 prompt on using a song for inspiration. Do you know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man? Do you know the muffin man who lives on Drury Lane?
The two sisters asked their mother:
What does fuck mean?
Mother replied:
Fuck is not a word.
I believed
until I saw it carved
into a desk at school.
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NaPoWriMo April 6 prompt on weird wisdom
Today my one year old granddaughter
stood outside
looking outward
blue sky green trees
pointing upward
contemplating
“tee”
pointing again
“tee”
wide eyes
finger pointing
“tee”
and I know
she is saying
tree
“tree” I say
“tree”
“tee”
My mother gave me Grapenuts
while other kids got Frootloops
those artificially-colored
little donut shaped
sugar puffed
cereals
in
box
with a toucan
singing commercials
guiding me through the taste
smells and sight of delicious
candy like breakfast nutrition created
to make me want more and more
dVerse prompt— a fruitloop (sp) daydream
My daughter questions me about her birth. Did you rip or tear? The color of hair? What did daddy do? The memories are vague and conflicting, compromised with age but still the stories are told.
How the milk came hard, filling the tit and your little lips found the nipple. You were a happy baby, puffed cheeks and budgy legs. Not a crier. A perfect gift!
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dVerse prompt on receiving a gift.
When just a boy
his Aunt Eva sat at table
playing cards with her friends
they called themselves The Magpies
and he crawled beneath
among their sequoia legs
while over head the squawking
of the birds
At the internment of this aunt
one lone magpie
flew into the small cemetery
as if to say
I am here
I am here
remember me
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dVerse prompt to write a corvid poem
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Texting with my daughter
In Sunday School I learned about the big red apple of original sin in the garden. How Adam and Eve ate thereof. Caste out. Ashamed. Hid from God. What I didn’t learn— it was really a fig. They ate a few. Clothed themselves in fig leaf. Hid from God. Caste out. Separated from God. How Jesus went to the fig tree for food and finding none, he said, “May no one ever eat fruit from you again!” Explanation mark. A curse that lifted a curse. And the tree withered and died.
Jesus new Adam
the sin of man forgiven
reunite with God
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NaPoWriMo Day 29 prompt on curses.
I can’t really say I loved him. Love does not come easy for me. He was my first kiss, a little bit of making out, kind words from his thin lips.
I went on to guard the pool, to save a life, my tanned olive skin a beacon for men. Then one day a man walked through the gate and I watched his choppy strokes across the water and married him.
We vowed to love art. To make art out of our lives. We traveled both locally and abroad but that huge painting on the Getty wall stays with me— Christ’s Entry into Brussels in 1889 by James Ensor.
When will He come?
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NaPoWriMo Day 21 prompt— a person forgotten, a job taken, a memorable piece of art, an unanswerable question
Exterior Afternoon
A baby is sleeping in a baby buggy under an old elm. The sun is shining on the buggy.
Voice Over
Jane There is something heartfelt about being born in Iowa.
A small butterfly flies into the buggy and lands on the baby’s nose.
The baby wakes up.
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NaPoWriMo Day 14 prompt to create the first scene of your life.
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