Category: PA
-
13 Nov: NovPAD Day 12 (revised)
Just Call It Music I know a song, and it’s full of spring light fullness,of winter wind fury, and seas overfilled with salt. And so much love in it,as if living is love, as if life without love is not living. It’s a complicated symphony,as if music is life’s accelerant. And I confess to lovinga…
-
12 Nov: NovPAD Day 12
Future Tenses This languagehas no future tense.It’s all in the past.Or the here and now. Sun-warm Sussex strawberriesand cold double cream.Add November – and it’sstrawberries in the future. And yet, those crow-black cloudsstill come,will come,are coming,vacuuming up the air, those crow-black silhouettesstill walk,will walk,are walkingtoward a rectangle box. PA: Future and Q: A few more words from yesterday.…
-
11 Nov: NovPAD Day 11
Our Old House on Quarry Road … (or Just Another House) That old odd house with its settling shadows,its scrapes and snaps and window rattles, our odd house that resisted our words and weight.A house begging for a lifeline, whose misplaced memories hanging in the attic with winter’s long black sorrow and wind humming funeral…
-
10 Nov: NovPAD Day 10
I. Miz Quickly: Life is (indirect definition) Ideally It was her idea of ideal with a scarlet bougainvillaeaclimbing up and over, hanging here and there like an unhemmed skirt,and it had to wrap all the way around, and be wide enough for three over-sized wicker chairs and footrests, two for those talking, and one forthe person listening,…
-
10 Nov: NovPAD Day 9-1/2 (draft)
Day 9 PA: Blank Of the blank The Last Barbecue of the Summer (or just another picnic) Grandpa’s set up the wireless speakers.The Rolling Stones and Cream, the beatsends flatware into vibrating fits. It’s the family picnic. Last of the summer. Burgers burnt. Sausages spit. Two brother, rely on sticks forbalance – they compare arrhythmia,and…
-
9 Nov: NovPAD Day 9
Doors in a Dream (or a Vague Certainty) It’s the closed door into my dreams.Small and brown, the colourof chestnut eyes. Or an old skin drum.Wisdom opens its door. Its opposite side is a mirror.No doorknob.Only a long reflection, lackingwisdom. I open the door. Time is brave on the other side,perforated. Like a screen door.Dogs…
-
8 Nov: NovPAD Day 8-1/2
In Praise of Pine Cone.Pricklyas a sea urchin. Hometo dry ona winter’s hearth. Bringour facesnear to breathe Inits breath lickingscent awake. These poems/prose are draft versions, written in participation of Miz Quickly’s prompts and Writers’ Digest (Poetic Asides) November poem-a-day challenge. The aim: to produce a chapbook for submission. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
-
8 Nov: NovPAD Day 8
I. Miz Quickly: Short and Sweet Praise Make It Short and Sweet If I were to be executed tomorrow,I’d want lobster with a bowl of mayo for dinner,and biscuits and peppery sausage gravy at daybreak,and a bottle of vodka might be useful, too. II. PA: Gogyohka or Gogyōka Poem Gogyohka form Sisters absorbed in childhoodTracking memories of…
-
7 Nov: Quickly’s NovPAD Day 7
Alternate Universe My sister sends me a panoramic photo of water, and I ask Is it cold there – because the shoreline is lily white, and the mountains are, too. And she says, it’s salt not ice. So I type, The mountains, that’s snow, right? And she doesn’t answer that one, so I ask where…
-
6 Nov: NovPAD Day 6
I. Poetic Asides: News Unbelievable One day I’d like to wake upwith an empty head, she says. She pulling weeds in the garden,doesn’t look up, just talks to herneighbour whose black dog isimpatient with the conversation. I know. Stuff just comes from nowhere.Yesterday, I woke up thinking abouta conversation I overheard last yearin the pub, says…
It's Still Life 