The soft changeling

“The soft changeling” They went in as lemon. They came out as squid. I slide the muffins from the oven wondering if I can serve changelings at church. K is yammering about handstands—as if. . . as if she is young and lithe, but I hear only a pecking at this loofah orb that has … Continue reading The soft changeling

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“The lady on the bridge”

Today's prompt was to write a friend of a friend poem, either in the voice of the friend of a friend or about that person. Writing about a friend of a friend threw me for a few minutes. But, this was great practice at disassociating myself from the poem itself, keeping it from becoming sentimental, … Continue reading “The lady on the bridge”