Month: Jun 2020
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Miz Quickly’s 14 June
Listen! Sparrow with your glass-clear song, possess my mind with your veil of chimes written for Miz Quickly ©️ Misky 2020
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Quadrille #106
It Casts a Cracked Shadow… …those particles. Misfiring. A drum-drumming and atoms thundering. An alto choir between my ears. Then breath-throb stars in black, and half-flash pulses of chaos. And I want for stillness. Migraine. It pinches my wings, and keeps me from rising to meet the day. Happily, I’ve not suffered…
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for Miz Quickly: 13 June
Throw Down Your Tombstone I woke up in church with Holy Holy playing on the radio. Rain splashed on the streets, chanting, protests, and flames roaring into the night. Draw in the woodland’s breath, throw down your tombstone, the world’s become a grave. My brothers and sisters, said the voice on the radio, Let us…
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What Is It #4
The Weekly Prompt “What is it?“: Post a partial photo of something. Can you guess what it is? And here’s the full image to see if your guess was right. You’ll find the Weekly Prompt at https://weeklyprompts.com/2020/06/13/weekend-challenge-what-is-it-4/
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for Miz Quickly: 12 June
A Mule Bone I walked my bones between Angels. Toward a hairline horizon of molten sounds of wind. On a quiver of arrows and splintered thoughts. On sand almost sea. Where wings beat backwards and the sun shines unspent, underground and under wood. I walked with a handful of miracles, a testament to a…
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For Miz Quickly: 11th for the 12th June
Past Scents That’s me and Mum in that photo. Mum always said that I smelled like warm strawberry fields. I’d stick dandelions in my hair. It was like wearing a canary. Made me chirpy, and all flighty. All that chirping drove Mum mad. And when I said, No, I didn’t eat all the cookies, she…
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for Miz Quickly: 11 June
In the style of “Spoon River Anthology” by Edgar Lee Masters Corinna Rosetti I was born on a breeze – cleaned, polished as bright pink as roses growing fragrant, petals drifting like stars across the sky, and I loved the night. I’d stare out like a moon leaning over the lake. I lived in a house…
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dVerse Prosery
We’re sat opposite each other. She’s drowning milky foam into her coffee. I’m telling her about this poem, has this imperturbable street. She looks up from her coffee. Stares at me. Yeah, imperturbable. What does it mean, she says. I admit I didn’t know either, so I knocked bits off the word, first “im”, then…
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7 June: A Conversation
Night You are my talcum star, scarlet on your lips, it’s your shade. Swathed in black, is it your protest, or my consolation. What hides behind your mask. You are my Nyx …. Day Morning is my peach, espalier across the linens. Ripe and soaking in sunshine, fingers playing my long song. Who is…
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Miz Q 05: A Few Words
You’re 19, Drunk, and … you don’t think so now, but you, too, will grow old and die. you, squatting in your own puddled cess, pissing down your leg, and not even caring. so I praise my threes and nines, my bottle of bleach and a stiff long-handled bristled brush. 4b 05.06 and…
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