Writing

B Spot

By Denise Carruthers / 18th March, 2019

??????   He who craves honey. From best tasting flowers. Must find the bee spot.

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Do you do drugs like drugs do you

By Denise Carruthers / 10th March, 2019

Painting highs as cowslips low yellow meadows, buttercups & wattles waltz by lil posy primroses. But poppy wants her opium Mary Jane her green Salvador does dilly dali painting plants…

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A Right Breeze

By Denise Carruthers / 22nd July, 2018

When the wind finds the windows are closed It bangs & whines,  it batters & blows It whips such a breeze  makes papa’s nuts freeze It squeezes the sneezes right…

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Pirate Pete

By Denise Carruthers / 22nd July, 2018

Pete the pirate, a master of fails. Once, he dressed up in top hat & tails, said he’s off with his shank to drill a hole in the plank But…

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plank

By Denise Carruthers / 22nd July, 2018

There once was a man from Australia Embarrassed by his genitalia As he’d never scored and holes need be bored He broke up a ship’s plank & nailed her.

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Petals and Pearls

By Denise Carruthers / 2nd June, 2018

How far we’ve come from trees to caves we grunted along till some bugger’s tongue turned sounds into words and then to the way that we say them, For instance,…

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who’s hungry

By Denise Carruthers / 24th May, 2018

Spider fascinate the fly. Lionchu fish. I don’t know why.

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Love you to bits

By Denise Carruthers / 22nd May, 2018

The spaces between us No walls without flaws Only adore

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Death sucks

By Denise Carruthers / 22nd May, 2018

He hands me his bone, “gnaw on this or gimme a cigarette” My friend barely gasping air Croaks like a skeleton, “Me butt’s in the umbra” He Leans on me.…

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The lottery

By Denise Carruthers / 10th May, 2018

I’m walking the road – And a hint of something halted me, a step away from a great uncovered hole….then, whoosh green whirling smoke, six foot of ebony draped in…

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Recipe for sex

By Denise Carruthers / 6th May, 2018

Recipe for sex yes yes yes beaten pounded keep it in the kitchen unbound apron strings make it on the table take it up a notch whip appeal stirring slowly…

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NonSense

By Denise Carruthers / 26th April, 2018

26 #NaPoWriMo NonSense Somebody or nobody everywhere & nowhere only memory to guide this darkness He Noticed sound or rather lack of it In silence was an echo Seeing blackness…

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I heard you the first time

By Denise Carruthers / 23rd April, 2018

23 #NaPoWriMo Revving engines Sky plane soar Horns object to chicken play Blinds twitch n silent sight Balls thud, Thud, thud Range o bells Ding, dong door Cacophony of senses…

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The Impossible

By Denise Carruthers / 22nd April, 2018

22 #NaPoWriMo #haiku It’s impossible The sun can’t rise in the west We be drinking moonshine

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When naughty is nice

By Denise Carruthers / 16th April, 2018

!5 #NaPoWriMo One day Gorgie Porgie decided to kiss the girls and make them love him and when the boys came out to play, they had to play football instead.

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a little voice told me…

By Denise Carruthers / 10th April, 2018

9 #NaPoWriMo “Hello” he said, “We live inside your head, from another dimension, caught in the tendrils of your brain. If you would please sneeze; it’d give us wings, you’d…

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Multitask

By Denise Carruthers / 8th April, 2018

once upon a time there was a lonely octopus, with nothing to do and no one to do it with. Wanting a friend, needing a hand – but they were rare, …

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Line breaks

By Denise Carruthers / 6th April, 2018

6 #NaPoWriMo Daily decision Poetic pause Impact thinking Line break dancing Doing the limbo When & where Draw the line Longer or shorter Breaths held In the spaces in between…

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Band Names

By Denise Carruthers / 4th April, 2018

#NapoWriMo Band Names Electric Elastic Fiddle Folk The Triple Trumpets Drumstick-n-stone Dungareedoh Synthetic Slithers Belt up Dunkin Disco Voila

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Secret of the Easter Bunny

By Denise Carruthers / 2nd April, 2018

I’ll tell you a secret There’s about as much chance Of an egg or Easter bunny As money, growing on trees Find my own rarebit Cooked my own way Melting…

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