Month: Jul 2019
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for Miz Quickly’s 13 and 16 July Prompts
THE WINTER YEARS Where there was sight, there was sight. Sight beyond middle, beyond molten sound. Sight beyond the sound of pages from a book in my hand. Where night is as far as yesterday. Sight that darkens shadows like sunspots or rank blotches. Sight, keep me tethered, if only, for tomorrow. ©️…
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dVerse Quadrille #83
HERE COMES THE SUN All this white before my eyes, this clear clot above the sky. Heat rolls in, warms the cold bones of morning. It massages its salve in me, a weightless shadowed flicker. Morning believes in its own dreams, and it whispers… Here comes the sun. for dVerse Quadrille #83 “Sun”…
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for PB: 13 July Scary Moment
SNEAKY SNAKES Sneaky snakey black rubber hose laying in the summer sun. It slipped away into the climbing rose when my foot set hard upon it. PB’s Memoir Project 13 July “A Scary Moment” ©️ Misky 2019
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for Twiglet 134 & Miz Quickly
Room 100.1 I knock on the door and enter a cramped, stale room, an office desk centred, the sun burning through the window. Summer heat can annoy the best of us. A heavy set man rises from the desk, his shadow fills the space where I stand — Hello, I say. I try to sound…
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A Poem In the Style of Mary Oliver
A Poem In the Style of Mary Oliver I’ve never been one to stand under the midday sun, but here I am, noon, and my shadow has disappeared below my feet, and I’m watching ants chase summer. Rain falls through the leaves, and I feel thunder underfoot. The ants, pause. I pause. We taste the…
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for Miz Quickly’s Day 11
Silver in the Shadows At heart, I am a coyote, and My view is from the shadows. I speak softly. I am Silver. Clear. Aging. Memories shimmer. The moon watches me With its acne-scared face. The ground is still, but there’s Still speed in my legs. At heart, I am always a coyote. …
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Miz Quickly’s Day 10
My Grandma Wore Mink The sheets. The folded towels. Even the pink toilet paper was scented lavender. She wore every base and treble note of purple. Lived in it. She smelled of Avon. Grandma added spoonfuls of sugar to string beans, made dumplings so soft angels wanted to sit on them. Crystal long-stem glasses are…
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Georgics: Miz Q’s Day 9
The Return We knocked down the old wooden greenhouse. Rot pressing through it. Weather beaten, grey, and the soil bare. Behind it grew an apple tree, though never yielding but a leaf, and so it too was cut to ground. Five years on, the apple tree returned to growth, pigmy-small and full of leaf. We…
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PB’s Memoir Chapbook Project: 9 July 2019 Draft
(Draft: As Yet Untitled) My grandma lived in a two bedroom shiplap house that was halfway up the biggest hill in town. She sold parakeets and canaries in the big bedroom. She slept in a little room off the kitchen. Grandma had rabbits. Every Sunday there was one less — cooked them in a black…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 8 Words
The words are: travelling, bend, moon, companion, and roadside ROAD TRIP I. The moon was my travelling companion until it disappeared behind a roadside bend. II. The rising moon to my left, the road bends like wind through trees. III. I’m travelling with the Wilbury’s on the radio. There’s no bad moon rising. IV. Stopped…
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