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A Second One for Miz Quickly’s Day 24
Like A Torn Manuscript it’s raining like someone died.not that I’ve ever been to a funeralwhere it rained, although there was that cold one with wind blowingstraight off the frozen Søby Fjord.roses thrown on his grave, froze. that fjord was still frozen when wereturned. same church. same grave.his wife died 2-months after him. or the one…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 24: Like Rain
A Conversation with Weather-Beaten Trees tell me when it rains likegod almighty doing the flood thing again rain in moon-big-drops plummetingfrom his out-stretched hand on my potted geraniumsand the parsley and dill maybe he’ll rain in slow syllablesand narrate his catastrophes as if he were speaking tothe primitive ages. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 24: Rains…
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday
23 October: Once, well actually it’s happened before, winter’s early bite sunk its cold into my hands and feet. It’s Saturday, although the day doesn’t make much difference, however I suspect the weather took its turn Friday night because for most of that day I’d not turned the heating on, although I did hit the…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 22: EZ Rhyme
My Thoughts Are Bared and Lost to amber flares of bracken, therein the deep floodwatersof last night’s storm, a moment snaredon the heather heaths and meaty petrichor,crows fly the low wintered sun, andyou and I are lost in the New Forestwhere air owns the sounds of church bellsand the hued views of the River Itchen.…
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A Few Days in The New Forest
22 October: I’m back from a few days of splashing around the New Forest (gosh, what a soggy storm that was the other night!), inhaling the fresh air, relishing no crowds, and a bit of exercise. I do love these ponies, who couldn’t care what we humans, hurried and rushing about, are up to or…
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dVerse Quadrille: Ashes
The Railroad’s Cottages Those railroad cottages withendlessly long roof ridges,chimney ash to rise and fall. Living’s not easy by the rail-line. Clotheslines with shirts drying.Trouser legs frozen. A woman’scrying heart drying in the cold. And another train flashes its rumbling noise across the window. dVerse quadrille “ash”. 44-words sans title. Images by Unsplash. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 18: A Poem after a Line by George Eliot
“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”- George Eliot Earthquake Weather We used to call itearthquake weather.The air had a metallic smell about it.And it tingled.Like if you snapped your fingers,your thumb ‘d ignite.Your skin wanted to dance. And everything you touchedfelt urgent. Defiant. Hot, butnot hot like heat, more like…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 16: Eavesdropping
Sometimes You Can’t Hear a Damned Thing I’m focused on my phone. Taking notes,listening around the corner to conversations. It’s a writing prompt; I’m not George Smiley. If only that were the truth, a woman says.And the conversation is overwhelmed bythe espresso machine and steamed milk. I glance over to the coffee-making-girltwirling knobs, sliding cups…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 15: About That Bird
About That Bird: Day 15 with a Parrot Named Suky Tawdry Falsely Positive His parrot has ordereda Covid test. It’s sickof all this negativity and wants to try beingpositive. Excerpt from the chapbook “30 Days with a Parrot Named Suky Tawdry” which might one day be published. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 15 “About That Bird” Photo by Ahmed Zayan on Unsplash.…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 14
A View on St Ninian’s Row this town is a mapthese streets stiff as twigsbrown and grey facadeshigh rise into the mild airand we walk everywhere I am none the wiserfor watchingtheir heels flecked with purposestreet lights illuminatetheir fear of darkness Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 14: Two five-line stanzas. Observations from a pedestrian’s view point…
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