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Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #23: Write a haiku about deceit. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #23: Write a haiku about deceit. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #23: Write a haiku about deceit. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #23: Write a haiku about deceit. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
Empty frames
I remember her throat like a vase
Her words, like a bouquet
But with each flower out of place
She'd tell me she loves me
She always did
When she got that way
There was a perfume in that room
Like hyacinth
As wild as our night
We could've called it proof
That words wilt and die
And it's strange, what remains
We carried it home on our skin
And we hang empty frames
To remind us to forget
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Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #21 in partnership with The Micropoetry Society. Use the following word to create a piece of micropoetry: “Lines.” The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100, the runner-up will receive $25. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #poetheme and #micropoetry.
falling in love with a jaywalker
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His shoulder blades are broken glass protruding like some foreign shrapnel and it is all I can do not to pluck them from his spine like petals from a buttercup.
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The sun catches his coffee eyes like flash paper yet I am the one going up in flames and his cheeks are freckled with ashes and my neck is bruised by the passion of his parted lips.
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