Twiglet #146


A twiglet is a short phrase. Its aim is to “prompt” thought. A memory. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a link, if you’d like your work read, but comments should not be expected.

21 thoughts on “Twiglet #146”

  1. After the hot wings of sleep –
    dreams, beeping in the fryolator –

    your Chicken Little faith in the sky
    falling into place –

    the road,
    a cross to bear.

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    1. My son gave me an air fryer for my birthday, and this Twiglet and your poem match up perfectly. I’d fried some chicken thighs in it, and I was amazed how much fat rendered from them.

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