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Monday, December 21, 2015

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Why What When Where How at The Norwich Radical

Today, my best friend's birthday, I have a piece up on The Norwich Radical.





Part of a series called Borderlines, it has to do with migration. Where home is.
Why What When Where How


Happy Birthday, Li!!!
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Friday, October 16, 2015

"Scavengers" on Writers for Calais Refugees

A poem of mine is up today on this amazing site, Writers for Calais Refugees:


KYMM COVENEY


Scavangers

Full moons charted silver
journeys across two seas
footsteps sunk in waveswept sand
driftwood beached in awkward bends
white stones, seaglass, purple shells
culled in dreamy disregard
laid out like polished teeth,
glazed eyes, two violet shoes.

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Launch of The Interpreter's House issue #60

Today is the launch of issue 60 of The Interpreter's House magazine, in Oxford, UK.


I have a poem in this issue, which looks like this:





and it can be purchased here


YAY!

Sunday, September 6, 2015

101 Fiction: Misguided


Always pleased to have a story in 101 Fiction.

The September issue is taking place underground.


101 Fiction: Misguided



Thursday, July 2, 2015

Day Tripper #NFFD Write-In

I wrote a piece of flash for the #NationalFlashFictionDay Write-In, and they were kind enough to include it in the blog. Lots of good writing over there.


Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Bloomsday Haiku


sharp rain this evening
a nod of orange blossoms
on the ground

for Pep, always
13/8/66 - 16/6/13
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Sunday, April 5, 2015

National Poetry Month

April is National Poetry Month. This year I'm earning badges for poems with PoMoSco

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Every day there's a new badge with instructions on creating a new found poem.
Find mine here. Tag #NaPoMo and play along.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

The Kiss of Death


Consciousness hits as you’re fighting suffocation. Face down in a basement room of Dante’s Inferno, you’re flattened against a sea of bodies caught trying to roll over. You feel your lips press against the hollow below Yannick’s left ear. His good side.

 

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Morgan’s 100-Proof Excuse

The pirates came, like every Tuesday. You know how they’d kidnap me, hie me away to some dive out on Rte. 128 and dump me on the lawn by the hydrangea in the morning. So I unlocked the liquor cabinet: shoot me.

Monday, March 2, 2015

101 Fiction: Entanglement

It's March, and there's a new issue of 101Fiction with thirteen stories on the theme of green.

"A tiny quantum of green fiction," says editor John Xero about mine.

101 Fiction: Entanglement


Wednesday, February 25, 2015

History Lesson: Schrödinger's Light

You all think you’d know what to do, when to do it. I’d like to see you try. Try not to see that nothing is illuminated, that no one’s walking up the path. You try leaving it on all night. Every night.


Did not make this week's grid, but in exchange was given a cooler title. Thanks Rowan!


Wednesday, February 18, 2015

They Didn’t Match My Jacket

When it finally occurred to me to glance up from my perfect crouch, the pole was headed straight at me. I leaned hard to the right, and there was the snow bank. Obviously, the rental guy gave me the wrong color boots.



Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Always Doesn’t Seem Like Such a Long Time, After All

His beard, grown as camouflage for a dove,
curves around the smile that widened just for me.
Gentle fingers squeeze hard between my ribs
for the photo, pull me in tight, make me gasp.
Taken, poof, in a rainbow-bursting flash of sunlight.


Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Names Blown Past

Really, there’s no need for light. Better to leave the curtain tangled. If that bulge in the middle seems to ripple, call it the wind. If the wind calls, listen. When it skulks by tinged in frost, it cries Mary. Screams Mary.



Honored to be chosen Editor's Pick by Rowan for this challenge : )

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Before I Sleep

On the darkest evening of the year, I follow the downy-flaked trail out past the village. Between the woods and frozen lake, I locate the dollhouse. My sister can’t drag it any farther. Stopping here, we watch it fill up with snow.


Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Somewhere Not in the Hills of the Spanish Civil War

I was lying in bed without him, recalling how it used to be before Hemingway ruined it for all of us. There was a shuddering, and the night froze. Now I’m left hanging, forever facing Venus, butt of some juvenile cosmic joke.




Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Sundering

She sits as his last breath rises. His soul, energy, life-force hovers goodbye. No, she says. Rising, it disperses, turning into universe. No, she cries, how will I know you? Out near another galaxy it flinches. Gathers. Returns. Reenters her atmosphere. Ignites.



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