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22 Nov: Miz Quickly’s Day 22
Warmth A son hugs his mother,and her eyes well up. Too long. It’s beentoo long since they shared warmth in their arms,love bound by the luxury of warmth, like softened butter,that sort of warmth, or flannel pyjamasand cashmere socks, or warm soft boiled eggs,and toast with that softened butter. When did warmth becomea luxury. These…
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21 Nov: dVerse Haibun Monday
Autumn undresses the trees. Leaves gone mouldy. And rotting. Everything. Damp. And smells of dog. Autumn has clouds in her eyes. Autumn has rain in her head. She removes her floral halo, and lets time have its way with her. Singing woodwind treesWiley words from a spiderPrick survival skills Written for dVerse Poet, Haibun Monday “Autumn’s Voice”…
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21 Nov: Q & NovPAD Day 21
PA: use these words: button, gather, hold, not, sweep, toxic I.A Clean Break She will march like the sunback into her own name,gather how many thingsher suitcase will hold. It happens.Mistakes.It happens.Like blunt knives and bent forks.She’s leaving him,but not before she makes the bedand sweeps the floor. It’s her last toxic responseto his fleeting hot…
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21 November: As If Sparrows
As If Sparrows I made barbecue sauce this morning.It’s the scotch that makes it historic. Wakes everything up with a surprise,as if sparrows play bagpipes. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Images are ©Misky, and created using AI-Midjourney.
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20 Nov: NovPAD Day 20 (PA)
Still Conflicted Seeing is believing, they say. Flip that global warming switch.Again. You’ll see, they say. I read thatmeat production warms the plant. So I stopped eating red meat,but I would love a thick steakinstead of this boiled lifeless eggand bread white and soft as cotton. It’s wrong,bringing a child into an incinerator. No trees…
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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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