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  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: NaPo 2018 Neapolitan Stats & Cloud Center

    I am responsible for 7/8 uses of the word cannibal.

    Apr 3, 2018
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: my mother, the purist, says people in love don’t need props

    Bird-watching "I want to cum all over you, as friends." If you lived next door, I imagine you'd choose the bedroom, second floor, soft white ceiling, with the window across ...

    Apr 3, 2018
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: my mother, the purist, says people in love don’t need props

    Lamb god is clicking through prayers like old emails cannibal, her wild curls swinging, kisses and licks the pale pink neck of man. god is clicking through prayers like old ...

    Apr 2, 2018
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: my mother, the purist, says people in love don’t need props

    The following poetry is likely to contain the overtly sexual, the possibly blasphemous & (worst of all) improper hyphen use. You've been warned.

    Apr 2, 2018
  • Poetry Discussion Re: Flow. Someone please reveal to me this mystery!

    @Willard always says my flow is weird

    Apr 27, 2017
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: april poetry

    april 19th I ask Alison are we a happy family? she says no playing Medieval games I put my head on your stomach & wait for you to ask me ...

    Apr 19, 2017
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: april poetry

    april 18th unconventional chess lesbians I'll finger-fuck a barbie with my nails: long & pink.

    Apr 19, 2017
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: april poetry

    april 17th dear Jon (without an H) you held me, while the whole world vibrated. if I was a chameleon, I'd smile, a teeth-y smile & be happy. for now, ...

    Apr 19, 2017
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: april poetry

    april 13th tuesday laying in the grass, eyes closed, you, on your back, me, on my stomach, i rest my head on your chest & you tell me all your ...

    Apr 19, 2017
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: april poetry

    april 10th suicidal breeding in the death act, park swings are rocket ships, stairs are portals to a (parallel) floor; that never spit us out the same place twice, your ...

    Apr 19, 2017
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: april poetry

    april 9th i'm not smiling yellow puss dripping from my ear tastes like lemons (smiles & sunshine & sunshine)

    Apr 9, 2017
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: april poetry

    april 8th i hear nothing car doors slam shut & suck all the sound with them back turned i feel the distance between the city's skyline & my scapulas grow

    Apr 9, 2017
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: april poetry

    april 7th necromancer-dancer Pillsbury flour snowflakes landing on your eyelashes & tongue under umbrellas black & blue & black the rest of your friends are forgetting how to get wet ...

    Apr 8, 2017
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: april poetry

    april 6th the inbetween you stop, hovering somewhere above me, your elbows sinking into the cushions, our shoulders, and chest apart now, my skin begins to goose bump. you stop, ...

    Apr 7, 2017
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: april poetry

    april 5th on being a goat pt.2 you're acting godless, body not fitting in skin, you're too small, then the next minute too big; fleshy stomach pushing against cardboard carcass. ...

    Apr 6, 2017


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