Category: PA
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5 Nov: NovPAD Day 5.1
Of Thirst (for Miz Quickly’s: Thirst) You tilta glass of waterinto your throat, the fluid floats for a moment,and then flattens againstyour parched scratch, but your outside layer is thirst, and you can’t graspthe mystery of that. 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…
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5 Nov: NovPAD Day 5
It’s All About the Water Today I. (Poetic Asides: Peril) to the dreamers, their heartsin peril, let them bemoonstruck, kissed and singing. II. (Miz Quickly: Thirst) Drinking In the Deep how those waters washed over us –water, a spring of poetry in us, and how we thirsted during that long sloping summer – embalmed by…
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4 Nov: NovPAD Day 4
I. Poetic Asides: In the (Blank) In the Squinting Hours It’s 5am.November.Fourth.It’s pitch-dark, except for the tangle of lightthat the curtain lets through. I hear the paperboy whosehair and beard are as greyas a cloud, and who movesas slow as words on a page, and he’s doing his roundson his bone-shaking bike, and there’s a word…
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3 Nov: NovPAD Day 3
I. (Poetic Asides: Misguided) Just Another Misconception silly poet,silly me. to think I couldmaster nature, as if a rakewould stop falling leaves, as if the moon goes darkwhen I close my eyes. II. (Miz Quickly: Chatterbox) Just Another Cup of Coffee Two neighbours, sipping coffee that’s the temperature of warm weather. No, she says, I…
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2 Nov: NovPAD Day 2
I. (Miz Quickly’s Rainman) It’s Just Another Tale (except the moss is true) There’s a man scraping mossoff the roof in balls the size ofcantaloupe, and his voice fillsthe air with a flat tone songin a foreign language, a songhe probably learned from hisgrandpa, who learned it fromhis grandpa dot.dot.and.so.on,or from his grandma with herample…
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1.11.22: NovPAD Day 1
I. (for Miz Quickly)Two Oldies in a Luke Warm House To begin we are not poor,but in these times,we live as though we are. It’s morning.I turn on the heating, a mere half hour, and make coffee, it warms from the inside out. We exchange greetings.Good mornings.Enquire about sleep. We speak softly in the quiver…
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GloPoWriMo Day 21: A Girl Named Lona
The Day Lona Left Her Husband We’re not apt to see each other again, she said,and although I knew that was true,it felt blunt and raw.Perhaps I always knew our friendshipwas going one direction. Friendships are rarely uncomplicated,ours was tangledand often unravelling,we entrusted secrets to pots of coffee, always there when needed.Yes, I think I…
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GloPoWriMo Day 20: Icky Food and 3 of 6 Words
I.Coriander: A List Poem It tastes of thirsty earthSteam vapour from smokestacksWhite porcelain bowls of coal tar soapPine-scented kitchen sprayScorched hairIt’s overwhelming, like a Chihuahua Like a static shockIt’s verbless and going nowhereIt’s corrosive as boiled lemon sweetsOr vinegarIt smells of microbes in a plastic drinks bottleIt’s a hepped-up mobIt’s a photograph…
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GloPoWriMo Day 18: Five Answers +1
Five Answers A Single Question I.Painting by numbers, flowery and bright,but just the odd numbers.Some numbers are like yellow teeth. II.Pegging bedlinen on the line, like hoistedsurrender flags, waving dry all day long. III.Wind, wreaking havoc on apple blossoms.Grass is their lavish rest, blossoms the colourof a porcelain doll. Scented perfumed powder. IV.There once was…
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GloPoWriMo Day 17: About The Dog
Just Sometimes My dog doesn’t doconspiracy theories orTimes crossword puzzlesbut she likes to go for walksand pull on ropesto breaking point, or at least she used to.My dog doesn’t careabout iambic pentameteror where words fall in poemsbut she likes cold tiled floorsin summer heat andlaying by the fire in winter,or at least she used to.My…
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