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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,…
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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…
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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…
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9 November: 12-Years Time Flies
Time does fly. Thank you to all those people who take the time to read my posts. It’s very much appreciated.
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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
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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…
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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…
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7 November: #FOWC Storm
A Climate Storm yes,the darkened skydrained into a rising drift,it breached the banksand boundaries.a hellish graspof mudand strangled rootdowned trees likeloosened teeth. for FOWC: Storm ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter and #fowc. Just in time for COP27, the stream at the bottom of our hill burst its banks this morning. Luckily, we’re on…
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7 November: Lost in Translation
Lost in Translation (reading time: 1 minute) A letter arrived.Every house on the street had one.Through the letter slot, it fellto the floor. Waiting for us. So we all gathered over a tablelayed with tea cups and cakes,and we brought our letterswith us to compare. Some thought they were written ina language of blood and…
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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…
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