Category: PA
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Day 7.1
Knee High Compression Socks mostly stripes some spots mostly those called compression keeps things moving keeps ankles from exploding mostly black a few blue two burgundy one greyish hue but mostly stripes and some spots. PA 07 An article of clothing ©️ Misky 2019 It’s November Poem a Day month. These are 1st…
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PA05 and dVerse
PA 05 A Crow’s Pleasure black crow with its patent leather shine, snagged a brown shrew on its cold hook grab. carried it off under fatal wings, carried it off on ragged winds. heard its final yip, its faded death call. waxen stiff its small wordless voice. up high, even higher, over a black slow…
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PA 04
PA 04: A Little Night Music The day that Dad brought home a bag of cherries, Mum shook her head and said, No. She had a headache. So Dad ate the cherries, as I watched. He emptied the bag by half, folded the top down twice, and carefully creased it tight with his thumbnail, just…
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Day 02
MQ 02: Draft All Along the Watchtower a mother and her son hand in hand they stand in purple haze spilled from cars strewn on streets look right look left look right just focus, my son. and I hear Jimi Hendrix playing from the watchtower a mother and her son care and caution ever watchful…
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Day 01
Draft MQ 01 and PA 01 An Alpha Poem – And Where to Start and what might this pen create, what tempest of shade and paint, and why do dreams exist in pillows, and why must heroes always die, and who will stitch this quilt into a dying language of what and why and who…
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Poetic Form: Ryūka
In the Groove A beat in her ears A spring in her walk She played songs over and over until the groove wore smooth PB’s Japanese Form: Ryūka 5,5,8,6 and Poetic Aside #502 ©️ Misky 2019
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Day 28
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 80-81 iBook version). The miserly moon is up there, swinging on a rope, catching the sky. We leave the windows open so stars fly in. Life is nothing that sandpaper can’t smooth. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 28 Remix…
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Day 27
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 78-80 iBook version). Right Under It All How do you clean dark secrets from life, those loose pages that scamper about like bugs. I’ll not think about it — I hide from sight, here where sunlight is real life. Cento…
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