Howl Prose Poems

What are you looking for? This voice was cracking.
I looked up to see two crows. Which one had spoken?
I am searching for mica, I told...

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and what's new in that... the resolved issues are useless... just like the brittle texture of the skin and the old flesh beneath it... only...

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In the early dawn, the loud barking of my dog
Woke me up;
I arose and went to the door leading out onto
The veranda;
I adjusted the blinds...

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Why do you do it? Scrooge asks Santa.
What? Santa asks.
All that ho ho ho, Christmas cheer, Scrooge says.
Bah humbug I say.

Santa ponders how to reply,
knowing...

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How many times have I heard?

The family that prays together
stays together

And, the family that eats together
stays together

I know from personal Holiday
and every day
experience,
neither of these...

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Warmouth watches to the north, feeling the marauder’s eyes.
Her troops honor her stance with silence, in awe of her abilities.
The gift of prophecy is given...

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She was pensive, innocent, lovely
Surrounded and blessed by a rainbow aura
Unassuming and unsuspecting, not recognizing her power

We knew she was a star
The forest animals felt...

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Our daily cat,
that lives here with us,
has human desires ...
He has flashes of son ...
He has my wife as his mother ...
Seeks the natural treat...

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I throw the words onto a page
they slide off on their butts, laughing
I scoop them up and try again
They dance around, reorganizing themselves
My muse is...

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You’ve howled in approval. I’ve driven both forest and ocean through your channels. There was no hustle like their squeak of my rubber soles, running...

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They underestimated me because I am a she.
I threw back my head and showed my teeth.
My wolf howl was terrifying; they feared me now.
Not understanding...

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The young rain-dog spins-the axis of the Earth-his primitive howl is a native plea.

A dance to beckon the rain. The dog lunges, the dust swirls,...

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Margoux T.
By Feo. 

The world is so different with out the fog
 
A compliment is self inflicted 

The cobble hill phantom has gone missing

Ultra has...

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German’s north wind’s tenacious wail was a harbinger of misfortune.
Grayscale storm clouds forebode a possible apocalypse.
SheWolf’s intuition was resolute and obstinate about hiding the elf...

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The ghost is in the air!
The ghost is over there!
It frightens! It runs!
It goes, it comes
to the recesses of the tin roof...
to the bottoms of...

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