Write away wolf, like a lone hunt in the quiet of night. No distractions or pressure, just a silent stalk before the kill. May words flow and flourish like the blood that drips from your lips now, turning those white fangs crimson. To write on paper seems impotent compared to the writhing body when death appears; alas we must move on. Paint me a picture instead with your wounds, and show me what it's like to get what you deserve.
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Rachel B
Well, this is sad.
Snacktime Sonata Challenge Winners
Well, your Snacktime Sonatas made us hungry, and that’s about the highest compliment we have. Food — taste, smell, sensation — is a powerful conduit to the past, to memories pleasurable and painful and sometimes bittersweet, a mixture of comfort and challenge. Congratulations to Penny Fuller for Sativa — it’s a first win for Penny — a hymn to the “secret, unbounded/freedoms” of fresh peas in the pod. The narrative voice of the poem doesn’t really want to be outside, but finds joy in the green things of the earth; this is a lovely work of resilience.
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