Month: Jan 2017
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Miz Quickly’s Day 31: Sonnet #1
Sonnet #1 we called the drought rain, and it drummed a small thunder. the ground stained naked as night, a dismal and withering drizzle. but we danced, and we drank, falling about and blowing at clouds, spilling air on mud-entranced faces, and our eyes stared at the sky as we buried it all with a […]
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dVerse Quadrille #25
A Sketched Ruin I live in a village that runs north by south, trees thickly dot the main road with summer’s shade and cover. We’re neither rich nor poor, though our history’s rich — our old church is a sketched ruin, a dwelling place that echoes at dawn. written for dVerse Quadrille (44 […]
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Miz Quickly’s Day 30: A Few Words
Tipping Dominos he is a book better bolted shut. He is fire escaped. and I know a woman who howls and cries, but its music is lost on deaf senses. he is an ox in a pine forest, and he’ll break earth. and I know a man who shakes and prays, but he also dances […]
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Miz Quickly’s Day 29: Dressing for a Hidden Agenda
Dressing for Weather This hat is a mistake. Too tight. It imprints knit and pearl and cable stitch on my forehead. But I’ll wear it; it keeps me warm. The weather’s still edgy. And when did I start noticing if zippers are metal? It seems the world’s gone plastic but this zip is metal — […]
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Everydayness for Real Toads
Everydayness I am forever a singing stone, feather weight, stained by air and drink, recipes for poetry and sweet confectionary written for Real Toads poetic form: tanka (5.7.5.7.7) and text “found” with Neruda’s “Sweetness, always”
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for Sunday Whirl #284
A Crooked Hole My world-wise old grandmother poked a crooked hole in the clouds, planted runner beans in the ground. First they grew up skinny lattices, then through the woodshed eaves, then up they ran, escaped this world up in the sky. And my grandmother stood there, watching, and rolling tobacco paper between her fingers. […]
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Mis Quickly’s Day 28: In the Style of
Your Little Black Cloud This is just to say that I’ve drained your little black cloud. It came swimming at me, like a water bird. A depth. A loon. And I was a boat in its wake. Rocked. written for Miz Quickly Day 28: write a poem in the style of William Carlos […]
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Miz Quickly’s Day 27: Restaurants
This is a revised version. Al’s Fresco Palace Restaurant in Hong Kong From time to time, I’m still somewhere under a China sun that staggers in midday heat. I’m below a canvas shadow. On a wrought iron chair. Where pavements are gum-stuck; the air’s bruised. This is not heaven, and at times, it’s hardly earth, […]
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Miz Quickly’s Day 26: In The Mood
Did You Hear the Rain The radio is white noise, but I can’t help listening — falling into “Did You Hear the Rain”. I hum, and empty the dishwasher, dry the glasses before they spot. The phone rings. Her ashes have arrived, says the receptionist, you can pick her up today. And I can’t hear […]
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dVerse Verbifies
Let’s Talk Fog The fog conceived this stomach sky, cut so thick it’s stepped, a smoke-steeping attitude, it’s a fine sort of blasé. The world Mayed and greened, and diesel-eyed dark, and the air speaks of lost fire. written for dVerse “Verbified” and Poetic Asides “Let’s …“
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