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#SoCS A Stream of Consciousness: Chickens
23 December 2021: Even if it’s naked, you can tell a chicken from a duck, even under all their feathers, they’re all and entirely chicken. All those relevant bones, recognisable remains, every scrap, always recognisable as a chicken, not a duck. Poor deliveryman. Embarrassed by it all. Said there hasn’t been a duck in the…
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Your Secret Language
Your Secret Language It’s winter male?I don’t know but it tastes like pineand snowand the sharp bite of an apple. It moves in,and then pulls you closer,roots around in your ruins and teaches you itssecret language so you’reunable to make sense of yourself, or anyone else.Is winter male?Yes. Probably. ©Misky 2021
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A Bit Of Wizardry
He Says He’s Going to be a Wizard It’s just a bit of havoc,a boy with a wizard kit. No, your sister didn’t vanishwhen you lit 3 twigs, or burnt toenail clippings in a sack.And now you’re breathing in snips of smoke, hopingfor the gift of future sight. And, no, your sister’stoenails didn’t fall off,…
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Ekphrastic: Saint on the Half-Hinged Shingle
The Half-Hinged Shingle in Hunters in the Snow He’s a saint, and dances like a tree frog, heedless merriment as it’s raining on his head, and the cold mist always riseslike morning prayers to heaven. His is a small story of simple words, drawn on an half-hinged shingleabove the tavern door. He’s a godly soul,…
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A Stroll and a Bitch
A Stroll and A Bitch It’s back to the Victorian era.We meet up with friendsfor a “Covid-safe” stroll and a bitch about everything. I’m singing at a funeral tomorrow, she says, and can you believe it, my kid is 2-years old today. Two years locked down with a baby. I can’t breathe if I think…
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Miz Quickly’s Titles: Eagle
There’s an Eagle Sitting on the Marlboro Sign I’m at a loss with all these signs.I need some Left Right signs.This Way Up. Down. Yes. No. I always think: what would Dad do. I still talk to you, you know,like you’re a fixed star,still governing my lifeand direction. And yes, that’s me occasionallyscreaming at the…
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Reflections on a Corner
A Stream of Consciousness – Reflections on a Corner Dad said, the piano goes in the basement. It was the noise – the rhythmic low notes banging like enemy fire against the bulkhead. We were kids; mum explained it was to do with the war. What war, we asked. We were kids –…
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Miz Quickly’s 17 December: Pretend
Just Pretending to Write It’s cold enough to snow,but there’s not a cloud in the sky.It’s like trying to find your own poetic voice – you can writeon almost anything, but youcan’t pretend you have a pen. Written for For Miz Quickly’s “Pretend” prompt. © Misky 2021, shared with #apoemaday on Twitter. Photo by Julia Joppien on Unsplash
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Miz Quickly’s 16 December: More Titles
Winter Sunrise Climbing on a Warm Fragrance I rise to the smell of coffee,and pull back the curtains. It’s a sight I’ve known since I was young,that thin winter light of dawn’s sunrise. Every day it improvises. Mist muzzled into the forest roots.Clouds with a rhythm…
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Miz Quickly’s 16 December: Love Poems Suck Lemons
A Love Poem Isn’t About feeling someone else’stongue in your mouth, or a quick around a bitof curvaceousness, or a rising desire or evensomeone’s fumey breath, but perhaps it’s aboutthe scent of rose water, or the memory of a day that linger like a first kiss, or waltzes, in-step withperfumed air, milky skin, mint ice…
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