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Leslie LaChance
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Day 24 -- Medieval Ekphrastic
So, I've gotten a bit behind this week, but here's the Day 24 draft of an ekphrastic poem in response to marginalia from a medieval manuscript: Dragon Music give me a lightning-spiked sky and I scuttle under demon dreams, wry prophesy heart's blunder give m...

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Day 23 -- Elevenie
Elevenie Rain drenches us our whole city shining, slouched, spring chilled longing

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Day 22 -- Georgic
They That Wing the Liquid Air When the rain came down in great shining walls and the doves had settled beneath the eaves whoo whooing the bride and groom and thunder scuttled all other sound we, in the pavilion, in our good clothes thrummed, steadfast and j...

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Day 21--Overheard Conversation
Okay...a day behind, but here it is: To State the Obvious To state the obvious: space is huge. We need to get busy. We need to explore. Why not a colony on Mars? We're the Empire masking as Rebels. The planet strikes back. Earth strikes back. Can't you feel...

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Day 20 -- Sporting
Net your badminton mouth shuttlecock tongue flung feathers long day done

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Day 19 -- Creation Story
The Birth of the A Minor 7th Once up there was a cave high up in those jagged cliffs above the sea. A woman lived in the cave. No one knew how she came to be there, so high up, so alone. No one asked. And at first, no one noticed the note, how it rose from ...

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Day 18 -- Neologism
What Would I Call You? What would I call you if you came with longer ears and blue-spotted skin, if you had silver eyes through which you'd smell the world in living color? If you had wrenches for fingers, oh handy man, and wheeled toes? I'd still love you....

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Day 17-- Nocturne
Rain at Night When the rains come through the monstrous dark like Riverdance on my rooftop, I pretend the water speaks Gaelic and says impolite things to me about Yeats, who never truly learned the tongue, though he was aspirational in that regard, as we al...

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Day 16 -- A Letter
Thought I'd Say I write them in my head, the letters our biographers will wish they had. I send them to you in my head, on linen paper or embossed cards. I set down my half of our remarkable correspondence with a silver fountain pen, and you reply with your...

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Day 15 -- In the Middle
In the Middle of the Message In the middle of the message we find another message, and in the middle of that message, another message and in the middle of that message, another, and in the middle of that, another, and in the middle, another, and an- other, ...
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