CAPE RUT / APT CURES / ACUTE TRAPS
Royalty is a card game in which players “meld” and “capture” words. To meld is to link letters together to construct a word. A soldering of sorts. To capture a word is to rob the word someone has melded and to rearrange it into a new word. Each player has seven cards in her hand at a time (replenished after each "meld" and/or "capture) until the cards are exhausted (tired).
ex. C A T
T A C K Y
ex. P I R A T E
P R I V A T E E R
ex. F A R
R A F T
F A R T E D
D R A F T E D
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L I D [E X I L E D] / D I A L / T A I L E D
L E T / H O T E L
H O T / Q U O T H
G A I N / G R A I N
G I V E / G R I E V E
N E W / N E W T / W I N T E R
Z E N / D O Z E N
G O / G O T
F U R / F O U R / F L O U R
R U D E / M U R D E R
C O W / C R O W
N A A N
O I L Y
B I T E
I V Y
A D O
J I G
B U Y
P A N E / N A P E S
Y A M
T O G A
F A X
leftovers: X Q K Z J E K D
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a WINTER HOTEL of FUR
a PANE of NAAN a CROW breaks
rather than its body broken against
A TOGA as snow (a WINTER
LID) lawn-draped
A LID DIALs sleep (LID-draped:
an eye in sleeping)
LET FLOUR GAIN the counter space
A FLOUR mixture spread against
loose FLOUR a MURDER
of hunger (but that's a RUDE way
to describe it?)
QUOTH the COW moot
or not: "price my milk in NEWTs"
Our NAPES steam like YAMS
foreshadowing a BITE
IVY BITEs a wall FOUR times
the height of the GRAIN
field-exiled belly-exalted
belying ADO
When oil acts a FAX coming through
to the forehead the whole face
an OILY jug sloshing with thought
the JIG is usurped
feet GIVE up, licked by the slicker floor
feet TAILED by a falling
a body is then a splinter (a NEW ZEN)
gouging the bed stuck between sheets real good
a tweezers-teaser The news is in
To GRIEVE to be a gravy
over the DOZEN biscuits
a sadness rises up as (gets GOT)
to BUY the entire menu of sadness
and GO to the eye where
the meal's laid (di-splayed)
a HOThouse FLOURishing
©
is the author of Hush Sessions
Maxwell’s poem “Game 3 (37 words [=37 lines])” also appears in this issue.
