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Art Practice
I'm a lackluster artist and I don't use colour. I'm also a lackluster poet and don't understand free verse.


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Push First, the roll is precisely positioned, atop the flight of stairs. Then one paw down the loose flap, and the other gives it push....
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Stalwart One hundred and seventy gnomes are lined up at colourful doors, outside the identical homes, the stalwart controllers of chores.
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(This is possibly the nerdiest thing I've ever written) Induction When negative blobs wiggle in unison, tracing lines of geometric...
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Procrastination There once was a bridge over water, That's been due for repairs for a quarter. They said it was fine, the damage benign,...
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Pastry Sweet and savory, They mix into a strange blend That I'll crave again.
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Old Wood Wood splinters slowly, under the weight of nothing but time that has eaten away at its body, its fibres, its soul. It barely...
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Crumbling The ground trembles slightly, a low grumble fills the air. You have to tread lightly, have to remain aware, of the shifting...
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Tangles The tree's beard almost reaches the ground. You can run your fingers through it, disturbing its denizens. Ants and moss tangle...
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Carrot There once was an oddly-shaped carrot, all nubbly, and twisty, and whatnot. When placed on a stone, it could stand on its own, due...
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Music Box The little doll spins on its heels propped up on a copper spindle, driven by some wound-up reels and carrying a patchy bindle....
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