#100repchallenge
100 Days of Poetry
Putting the reps in to build my writing muscles, the #100repchallenge became a project about showing up and meeting the page, creating a daily ritual of observing, documenting and playing around with different poetic forms. A first step in creating consistency in my practice.
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#100: 100
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#099: a 99 Flake
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#098: teal yoga mat
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#097: at last
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#096: 19 lines to build a habit
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#095: midweek, at the office
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#094: almost finished
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#093: ’til aurora
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#092: familiar ground
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#091: grammar questions
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#090: what lifts you
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#089: it’s time to reassess
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#088: on my walk I saw a..
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#087: colour-coded plans of possible possibles/ dust which was once time/ energy which was once mine.
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#086: collaboration
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#085: visceral reactions (a shadorma)
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#084: after the rain
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#083: what nature do we let in?
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#082: get out of bed
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#081: to the ancestors
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#080: from the sky or the hose
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#079: a shiny new system
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#078: where the food is (an acrostic)
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#077: it’s hot (cinquain practice)
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#076: heavy
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#075: living, a hay(na)ku
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#074: stitching knowledge back to health (a nonet)
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#073: that day the weather couldn’t make up it’s mind
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#072: FOMO at bedtime (a Collum lune)
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#071: An awful microwave (a Collum lune)
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#070: so what is art (found poem)
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#069: moving through
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#067: a mouse, a pigeon, a squirrel
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#066: Day 66
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#065: she was built on
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#064: Up to your ears or down like they mean it, those neighbours of the neck, those polyglots equally fluent in coy and consolation, those bearers of supposed chips and the weight of mates wanting a better view of the gig, continue to shake in grief and ecstatic joy.
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#063: Clouds left to their own devices
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#062: Englyn Milwr Practice
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#061: Mother through play
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#060: Cat-mates, circa 2017
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#059: 4th July
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#058: 11:59pm
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#057: Sulking Room Pink
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#056: Found in mottled bricks and subreddits, in your own breath and family relics
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#055: Packing for Camp NaNoWriMo
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#053: Zigazig Ah
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#052: Mo and the Magician 1
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#051: flowering
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#050: How to be a sky
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#049: Dog Ear Poem 3
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#048: remembering winter
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#047: Dog Ear Poem 2
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#046: Dog Ear Poem/Found Poem
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#045: all this time/sunday roundup
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#044: how they move in the world
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#043: When he asked her to tell him a story
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#042: he awakes in the middle of the night, turns on the light
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#041: The Read List so far for 2021
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#040: questions for tuesday
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#039: 52 mondays
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#038: don’t move
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#037: 60 seconds to describe a life
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#036: with care
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#035: small victories in london city, 2017
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#034: birth day
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#033: Questions and Quotes: a conversation in my notes app
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#032: Fragments from a letter to the first photograph of me
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#031: Spur
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#030: Resignation Day (a kernel)
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#029: To Futurity (a landay)
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#028: Sea/See
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#027: Tack Stains
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#026: Syllabic Verse Play (1,3,9,6,8)
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#025: Question for the bed
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#024: To be a pencil attached to a compass
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#023: This mattress of mine
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#022: Not another Tanka (A Senryu + some)
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#021: And then there was summer
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#020: When we talk about reps
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#019: Stability goes out for the eve.
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#018: No news is good news
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#017: Sunday Triolet
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#016: To make work for who?
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#015: Like leaves on the ground
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#014: On the language floor of a bookshop
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#013: I hear a sheep go baa in the middle of the city
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#012: Arguing with the elements
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#011: Las Nubes/ The Clouds
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#010: Day of Rest
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#009: Collection Plate
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#008: The Alchemist (a Haiku Review)
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#007: To Build A Tongue
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#006: the moon, the sun and the sky
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#005: Tomato Soup
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#004: Bit by Bit
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#003: Painting
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#002: Chipped Bark
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#001: Show Your Work
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