Month: Jun 2021
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dVerse Quadrille 130 “smudge”
Rooted Off in the distance is a grove of trees,so bare and far away. Ice clings to the twigs, while a good natured wind laughs inthe branches. Each sentinel tree is standing, calm and confident. Silently rooted inbroad smudges of winter snow. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille (44 words sans title) #130 including the word “smudge”. Hottest…
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Miz Quickly’s 12 Wicked Words
A Road: A Collection of Disjointed Thoughts It’s the dalliance of her undress. Her silky hip. The filthy silence that follows. And since you asked, my advice isall roads windup with endurance. I’ve traveled dry heat. Stony mirages.A staff in hand. I drew green on dunes, for a change of scenery. …
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Miz Quickly’s Free Day Flash Fiction
A Different Bitter Sweet Symphony The sun rolls into some corner of the earth, and the sky turns orangish-red, but everywhere else in the world knows this trick, so nothing new there. And you close your eyes to the glare of streetlights and cars, focus on the pink neon sign that spells Motel, as if…
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Miz Quickly’s Prelude
A Prelude There’s musicin the sea air, it’sin the damp plaster wallsand the grey shining windows. Music’s inthe stained mattressand the rusty taps that oncespilled with water. It leaves itsmark behind photos on the wall. Music falls in tiers,peals off the shingle beach,floats on the sea in this placewhere music begins. Miz Quickly’s “Prelude” supplied…
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Miz Quickly’s One Hand Washes Another
Down The Path we walk downthis ruttedsummer scented road,wherethe harvest was blessedby our loins with good grace and of season,though not as in salted, and you sparklelike the silver braceletaround your ankle,the one that youbought at the May village fête, and I take your hand,our fingers laced,knowingday on day thatyour belly swells. for Miz Quickly’s…
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12 June: A Long View
A Long View the stars set the skyin black-fringe, like a stellarbroadcast of fireflies. the full moon, a watchful slow-rolling eye, it was a blemish on her mood. she was a small spell broken.she was a wrong word let slip. for #FOWC “blemish” and Miz Quickly’s This Would Have Been Something Else. Shared with @Miz_Quickly and @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay…
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Miz Quickly’s Rhetoric List Poem
A List Poem: A Bit of Rhetoric on Turmeric the knobs of soft butter and chicken thighs,the yellows of onion, garlic and ginger, addthe cumin, the cardamon and cinnamon,the Kashmiri chillis, some garam masala,two bay leaves from the garden. tomatoes.then fenugreek rolled between two fingers,its scent, a trembling light just before dark,its aroma caught in…
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Miz Q’s 8 June and Twiglet #230
A Thin Moon Stings This thin moon hangs in a void with itsinaudible hush. Wanders about on a breezy cosmic pulley. Rises up clearand as bright as blackbird’s song. Thin moon stings the sky, pale and veiled,sings over our muted voice. Takes our secrets to the grave. Old moon free ofmy worry. On a rope…
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Miz Quickly’s It’s Up To You
Like Two Owls Congrats, sis, and tillykke to Us.We were that one fertilised eggthat split into a thousand run-onmelodies. Scattered, and sea foamsoft. We became Us, you and me. We became a little night music.Fluid. Transient and oblivious.Waking and sleeping. Us. Always.Always sunshine in those trailspulling at us. We are magnetic. Congrats, sis, on living…
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Miz Quickly’s Loaded Words
Steep at the bottom of the hill where every rippling southeast breeze used to hit the creek bed straight-on, where that one-legged black crow used to nest until a cat got it, although a few years later a fox ate that same cat,and down there…
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