Keith Nunes
Colourful language
The pristine purpling of prideful patois
The florid bellowing of oranges and lemons
Instilled with tints/dappling/phiz
Pigmenting by numbers
On a wash of dialogue
Speak and you’ll be blushed by splashing
Wrapping tongues around rouge/rubify/rubricate
The stains of shouted shading
Imbued with lustrous leanings of love
Colourisation draws in the semantic complexity
Of chroma/complexion
Drawn to a last-word-closure
With a colour swab all lacquered and dyed
Distinctly indistinct
Awkwardly immobile
Causes super-glued on
To comic strip lapels
‘I’ll grant you a hybrid is tough to dislodge’ says he
Her blueberry face
Lightening with age
‘Whichever war
There are always medics’ says she
They change the air
Carry it to the open wound
Set it free on the breeze-away
‘Now who’s breathing’ says she rhetorically
Percussional tap on hollow head
‘See
See
Told you everything
Wants to escape’ says he sensing a great loss of direction
Keith Nunes lives in tiny Pahiatua (New Zealand). He was nominated for the Best Small Fictions 2019, the Pushcart Prize and won the 2017 Flash Frontier Short Fiction Writing Award. He’s had poetry, haiku and short fiction published around the globe and his Asemic Writing and Foto-Poetry has been published in literary journals in New Zealand, Australia and the United States.
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The pristine purpling of prideful patois
The florid bellowing of oranges and lemons
Instilled with tints/dappling/phiz
Pigmenting by numbers
On a wash of dialogue
Speak and you’ll be blushed by splashing
Wrapping tongues around rouge/rubify/rubricate
The stains of shouted shading
Imbued with lustrous leanings of love
Colourisation draws in the semantic complexity
Of chroma/complexion
Drawn to a last-word-closure
With a colour swab all lacquered and dyed
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Distinctly indistinct
Awkwardly immobile
Causes super-glued on
To comic strip lapels
‘I’ll grant you a hybrid is tough to dislodge’ says he
Her blueberry face
Lightening with age
‘Whichever war
There are always medics’ says she
They change the air
Carry it to the open wound
Set it free on the breeze-away
‘Now who’s breathing’ says she rhetorically
Percussional tap on hollow head
‘See
See
Told you everything
Wants to escape’ says he sensing a great loss of direction
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Keith Nunes lives in tiny Pahiatua (New Zealand). He was nominated for the Best Small Fictions 2019, the Pushcart Prize and won the 2017 Flash Frontier Short Fiction Writing Award. He’s had poetry, haiku and short fiction published around the globe and his Asemic Writing and Foto-Poetry has been published in literary journals in New Zealand, Australia and the United States.
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