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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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5 Nov: NovPAD Day 5.1
Of Thirst (for Miz Quickly’s: Thirst) You tilta glass of waterinto your throat, the fluid floats for a moment,and then flattens againstyour parched scratch, but your outside layer is thirst, and you can’t graspthe mystery of that. 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…
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5 Nov: NovPAD Day 5
It’s All About the Water Today I. (Poetic Asides: Peril) to the dreamers, their heartsin peril, let them bemoonstruck, kissed and singing. II. (Miz Quickly: Thirst) Drinking In the Deep how those waters washed over us –water, a spring of poetry in us, and how we thirsted during that long sloping summer – embalmed by…
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4 Nov: NovPAD Day 4
I. Poetic Asides: In the (Blank) In the Squinting Hours It’s 5am.November.Fourth.It’s pitch-dark, except for the tangle of lightthat the curtain lets through. I hear the paperboy whosehair and beard are as greyas a cloud, and who movesas slow as words on a page, and he’s doing his roundson his bone-shaking bike, and there’s a word…
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3 Nov: NovPAD Day 3
I. (Poetic Asides: Misguided) Just Another Misconception silly poet,silly me. to think I couldmaster nature, as if a rakewould stop falling leaves, as if the moon goes darkwhen I close my eyes. II. (Miz Quickly: Chatterbox) Just Another Cup of Coffee Two neighbours, sipping coffee that’s the temperature of warm weather. No, she says, I…
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2 Nov: NovPAD Day 2
I. (Miz Quickly’s Rainman) It’s Just Another Tale (except the moss is true) There’s a man scraping mossoff the roof in balls the size ofcantaloupe, and his voice fillsthe air with a flat tone songin a foreign language, a songhe probably learned from hisgrandpa, who learned it fromhis grandpa dot.dot.and.so.on,or from his grandma with herample…
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1.11.22: NovPAD Day 1
I. (for Miz Quickly)Two Oldies in a Luke Warm House To begin we are not poor,but in these times,we live as though we are. It’s morning.I turn on the heating, a mere half hour, and make coffee, it warms from the inside out. We exchange greetings.Good mornings.Enquire about sleep. We speak softly in the quiver…
