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napowrimo #11, or dear diary, i went on a trip

April 10, 2011



A little humor. Not a lot of humor, but a little. Humor tapas for the first plate. The second plate is greasy self-indulgence and the third is crumbly metaphor (that stuff just won’t stick together if you knead it too much). For dessert, a sprinkle of fiction: I’m not sure they speak Spanish at every 20th anniversary. But I’m willing to wager there usually are abdominal cramps.

Inspired this morning by the Poetic Asides prompt for today (link in the sidebar): Write a never again poem.

  1. April 10, 2011 10:41 am

    I like it. And your process notes, esp. advice on needing/kneading too much.

  2. April 10, 2011 11:48 am

    There’s two guys speaking rapid-fire Spanish at the table next to me in the cafe. How curious!

    Anyway, I liked it. Seems like dots waiting to be connected into an even deeper story.

    One of the guys just sneezed in Spanish.

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