Category: Poetry
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Day 4: NaPoWriMo 2021
Catnap Party Its brain is in a clutter of party noise and bluster Catnip, milk and cream Spin yarns of yawning dreams
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Day 3.1: NaPoWriMo
As If To live under the same roof as an attack of the nerves is to take supper with superlatives. The company was dreadful — all that science cannot solve.
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For Twiglets 251
Somethings Are … better boxed away from intruder’s eyes,like strange loneliness that only I can seein those old B&W photographs, a secluded house – lost the house key, twice.Me, such a small pale object againsta dark background of pine. I fell out of that swing tied to a branch,rope broke, and my arm, my fingers…
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Day 3: NaPoWriMo 2021
As If It’s … Renewal. That’s what energises me. Like spring strutting unopposed. Nothing timid about it. All high-wattage swagger. Put on your Ray-Bans. Take to the road, be a low-rider. There’s a whiff of accidental about life. An unintended glance…
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For VV’s Vol. 09 Chapter 01
The Knock They’ve learned there’s value in silence, preserving their words for their own ears. A mother. Her girl. Standing in a quiet that possesses the room, except for the snap of flames that live in the logs. A branch that settles, and sparks, and shifts in the iron grate. Firelight deepens the inexact shadows…
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Day 2: NaPoWriMo 2021
I. The Church Bells Are Ringing A sound like angels exhaling. God’s finger, thimbled, sewing prayers into our thoughts. I must be his great agitation, always folding my heart, and squandering my days. My dad once punched a tree. That was after I told him to never hit Mum again. She cried like a siren.…
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Day 1.1 NaPoWriMo
What words need saying to the needle that your foot finds in a haystack. An American Sentence, 17 syllables.Miz Quickly’s Nov 1, image above Writers’ Digest Uny, PA Day 1 Correspondence.
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Day 1: NaPoWriMo 2021
I.An Invitation from the First Day of November I am November, the crossoverinto winter. The start of months that I will drag on slow as clay.Slow as a long curve. Slower than ditchwater with scumshivering on top. Winter, slow as lamented loss.Winter, when grief slows time. Slow, slow as damp plaster’s chill,or as vacant as…
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Miz Quickly’s Anomalies
It’s Pouring Down From Everywhere It’s pouring down from everywhere,pouring into the stream, and it’s risinghigh as the track that cuts the field, and I read a while ago that magnetic polesmight shift. Move like. North to South.Used to worry me sick-ish, even thoughI didn’t know what it really meant. But today I saw rain…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 31: Dress-Up Day
A Conversation with a Green Tomato I’m all green and hard to my core,dozing on my back, here in leaves. But I want to get out of this place,get out of this heat below glass, into some cool quarrelling bar,talking up some big tomato oreasing up to some beefy sort, or a right spicy Bloody…
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