Month: Feb 2017
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dVerse Mixology
Straight Up Rain I still toast this twist of love. It’s troublesome at times — on rare days, it’s sour as cold weather or straight-up rain. It’s a tipsy life, this tonic that drowns our sorrows, and I think of you, your forged smile it’s a quiet vesper, and you are a heart’s elixir. This…
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dVerse Haibun #30
Back When back in the day when I wore pink gingham dresses and my cotton socks were lace trimmed, and my world seemed delightfully old as a smothering summer of wallflowers and big willows and poplars and broad brimmed sun-hats. back then when I was seven, or maybe it was eight, and I didn’t know…
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Sunday Whirl #285
The Lodestone In my hand a chisel, carving deep into this lodestone, into its iron-brown body releasing dreams caught, prayers said, ancient fires that once sparked and bled. A thief of fire, it burned down our open doors. And so, its return I will set to paper, recite scribo volo, repeat incantations, scribo volo, words…
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Miz Quickling’s More of a Good Thing
Howl She was howling, but that’s the way of laughter. It’s a filament’s thread from a smile, from a teardrop, between a blossom and wilt. written for Miz Quickly’s Thursday prompt:Too Much of a Good Thing.
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Miz Quickly’s Too Much of a Good Thing
And It’s Written That woman, she has a tyrant’s walk, with her suits in shades of dry bones and rained-on tweed, with her hair of molten silver, and I’m sure there’s some proverb or precept written that warns — step aside, and avoid the reckless ambitions of deposed gods. written for Miz Quickly’s…
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Twiglet #9 “It’s a Ball”
She’s a Ball she’s a ball, bright as chemical green and just as bouncy, a percussion bite like a pricked balloon, and only when she’s steady as a very long fuse does her skin fade into silence. written for Twiglet #9 “It’s a Ball”
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