Currently listening to: “All Grown Up” – bare: A Pop Opera
I asked for wordprompts, and you marvellous people brought it. Presenting drabbly bits of prose/poetry in under 100 words, for a change from the usual blather of daily life and such.
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part one.
perjinkities:
her favourite things cannot be sung of in a chirpy song of roses or wrapped in little brown paper packages; existing only as lovely, shape-shifting wisps in a foggy dream-world blurring between black and white and nothing at all in the middle, each spilt ink-puppy scampers freely, skirting the fine lines between metaphor and irony
comport (and maybe winsome):
enunciation. book atop head. crisp crinoline skirts. tea at four and curtseys and little bound volumes of milton and browning and yeats and the bible sitting oh so carelessly atop the bedside dresser – oh, forget it – ripping the bonnet off curl-papered ringlets, she sticks white-stockinged feet into puddles and watches mud slosh around skinny ankles
perron:
so salvation was for everyone and some found it in hymnals and clasped hands before a gleaming altar and painted frescoes of faces twisted in torment and agony; writhing in darkness beneath strobe lights that seemed to go on exploding forever in psychedelic neon, the white tunnel at the end suddenly seemed so much closer
pettifog (and quibble):
they tried to convince me that two and two was five point oh nine and i would hear none of that but it went on and on and nobody would concede though i clearly lifted my fingers and said the answer was clearly three point one four so it ended with me picking up a spork and tossing it across the room; for once (i guess it was international pi day and trajectories all worked out great) my aim was spot on, isn’t it funny how that turns out?
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More to come tomorrow while I suck on the straw of inspiration.
P.S. I am quite disappointed that nobody decided to participate in my bus slogan challenge! Ignore me as I scoot to my corner and geek out over amusing things like that.
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Mary my dear, can I borrow your literary talent for just ONE DAY so my essays can reach brilliance, just once?
If you can’t tell… I LOVE YOUR WRITING <333
Ahhh more please… words are like heroin. Wait am I allowed to say that on a ubc blog? Hmm.
I did make the bus slogans… I just never “submitted” them.
I can submit them if you’d like. Even though it’s past the expected due date.