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Poegle Places
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One interesting way of generating a poegle is to think of a place that people have in common, a place that may be a source of mystery, enchantment, or curiosity. “My father’s shed”, perhaps, or “the bathroom in my school”. Here’s one on “my grandmother’s basement” which turned out quite well.
My Grandmother’s Basement
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Our first church started in my grandmother’s basement. I mostly remember melting crayons in the flames of candles. I’d never seen candles before.
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I needed a place I could live for free. I’d been crafting for the last seventeen plus years, and even longer if you count the first ‘pancake’ doll I made in my grandmother’s basement.
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When I was a little girl, I dreamed that I found a yellowed copy of a 1930’s science fiction novel in my grandmother’s basement. There was a goat and a cat coming toward me, and they wouldn’t let me make it to the top of the stairs.
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My aunt was about 19 or so, and she had a son. As we were pulling out of the driveway, I had a vision of Dustin bound and gagged in my grandmother’s basement.
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I only slept once in my grandmother’s basement. Dimly lit by hanging lanterns and metal sconces, I was reminded of my many failings in life.
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The depth of my Christian cultural indoctrination is indicated by the childhood spookiness of the religious iconography in my grandmother’s basement.
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Jesse left town. He can’t sue, and if he did, he’d get raped six ways from my grandmother’s basement, down into the wine room, and into one of the empty barrels.
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I wrote my first song, entitled “Hold Me,” at age twelve while listening to a music box in my Grandmother’s basement.
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Some of my earliest Lego memories are of building Lego fortresses in my grandmother’s basement.
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Occupation: unemployed driftwood artist currently living in my grandmother’s basement. Interests: keeping myself alive, boobies.
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He produced a sack of old letters. This was the first I had ever heard of any Tasmanian relative. Subsequently, Professor Dowling asked rhetorically of me in an email, “Do you think I found them in my grandmother’s basement?” Naively, I suppose I did.
-Editor (search phrase “my grandmother’s basement”)