Category: PA
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20 Nov: Quickly’s Day 20
Gator He’s down thereby the bridgeweighted down with mudand wintering in the roots ofthe greenest leafed trees. The lord of dark shadows.The god of swamp water. Down there with his books,and trinkets,a few games,two cats that wandered too close,a chicken,a gin bottle,and his teeth. Always his teeth. He’s waiting outthe coldest months,numb as oxygen, andsweeping […]
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19 Nov: PA and Q’s Day 19
A Shadow Slips – into the myth of ghosts It happens.A visionary tic. Maybe it’s a memory muscle.Like knowing the sun is warm. It happens.A shiver in your chest. Maybe it’s my narrow psyche.Like drowning in shallow water. It happens.It’s sharp. It’s flat. A shadow slips. Maybe a ghost, Mum said.And I felt someone walkover […]
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18 Nov: Q’s Day 18
Hallucinations and Other (Mis)Directed Dialogues There’s sunlight on winter,misdirected dialogue from ice to warmth. Winter shivers.Are you cold, asks sunlight. No, it’s just cricketsin my bloodstream, says winter. Miz Quickly’s words (pick a few or all) Words: hallucinations baby good stairs directed luck bloodstream 35 cricket dialogue These poems/prose are draft versions, written in participation […]
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18 Nov: NovPAD Day 18
And Just … after we lost faithin sandbags,and the river brokeits bank, the rain came downhard as marbles and the mudwas runnyspitin an old man’s beard, there came clowns on bicycles,who pedalledright throughour puddle-jumping town and then they disappearedaround the bend –and there’s really not more to tell. And just for a bit of clowning […]
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17 Nov: NovPAD Day 15
Just Another Risky Alliteration The coldshimmering seais full of silvery squidwhich is whyI won’t swim after sunset 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. Images are ©Misky, and […]
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16 Nov: NovPAD Day 16
I. (PA: Panel)Just Another Stroke It was the summer I turned 5,maybe I was 4, but it was summer.Dad always painted the fencein August, and as I watched the white paint being strokedup and down in long, slow anddeliberate sweeps of the brush, I told him that I’d never marrybecause I loved him. And he […]
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15 Nov: NovPAD Day 15
I.Just Another (Thoughtless) Memory I remember the skywas a loud shock of blue,the plastic table and chairs, an indifferent white. We aren’t talking.I can’t remember why. But you sit there,and watch me cryas you throw yourselfinto one last battle. I remember sitting undertroubled sky, the wind blowing blowing us out. II. (a thoughtful haiku) Rain […]
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14 Nov: NovPAD Day 14
A Gardener’s Story I. It’s a duel with nature,hack back nettlesand choke weed tendrils,slash away brambles that in August I’ll praise for blackberries, but for now, those thornsare dragon’s teeth.They biteand won’t be tamed. II. My mother grew hydrangeasthe colour of alpacas, pulledweeds with her bare hands. She took a scythe to the bramblesbut picked […]
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13 Nov: NovPAD Day 13
An Ekphrastic Poem: Melancholy (illustrated by an AI-Midjourney interpretation of Melancholy by Edvard Munch) There’s a palenessin his religion, it’s left him somewhere betweengenius and foolishness,between a polluted tideand a ruptured hollowness. On Sunday, after listeningto chanting priests, he fills out a Donor Card.He wants to donate a rib,make a tree branch out of it,or […]
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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 […]
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