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For Twiglets 251
Somethings Are … better boxed away from intruder’s eyes,like strange loneliness that only I can seein those old B&W photographs, a secluded house – lost the house key, twice.Me, such a small pale object againsta dark background of pine. I fell out of that swing tied to a branch,rope broke, and my arm, my fingers…
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Day 3: NaPoWriMo 2021
As If It’s … Renewal. That’s what energises me. Like spring strutting unopposed. Nothing timid about it. All high-wattage swagger. Put on your Ray-Bans. Take to the road, be a low-rider. There’s a whiff of accidental about life. An unintended glance…
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For VV’s Vol. 09 Chapter 01
The Knock They’ve learned there’s value in silence, preserving their words for their own ears. A mother. Her girl. Standing in a quiet that possesses the room, except for the snap of flames that live in the logs. A branch that settles, and sparks, and shifts in the iron grate. Firelight deepens the inexact shadows…
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Day 2: NaPoWriMo 2021
I. The Church Bells Are Ringing A sound like angels exhaling. God’s finger, thimbled, sewing prayers into our thoughts. I must be his great agitation, always folding my heart, and squandering my days. My dad once punched a tree. That was after I told him to never hit Mum again. She cried like a siren.…
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Day 1.1 NaPoWriMo
What words need saying to the needle that your foot finds in a haystack. An American Sentence, 17 syllables.Miz Quickly’s Nov 1, image above Writers’ Digest Uny, PA Day 1 Correspondence.
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Day 1: NaPoWriMo 2021
I.An Invitation from the First Day of November I am November, the crossoverinto winter. The start of months that I will drag on slow as clay.Slow as a long curve. Slower than ditchwater with scumshivering on top. Winter, slow as lamented loss.Winter, when grief slows time. Slow, slow as damp plaster’s chill,or as vacant as…
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Miz Quickly’s Anomalies
It’s Pouring Down From Everywhere It’s pouring down from everywhere,pouring into the stream, and it’s risinghigh as the track that cuts the field, and I read a while ago that magnetic polesmight shift. Move like. North to South.Used to worry me sick-ish, even thoughI didn’t know what it really meant. But today I saw rain…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 31: Dress-Up Day
A Conversation with a Green Tomato I’m all green and hard to my core,dozing on my back, here in leaves. But I want to get out of this place,get out of this heat below glass, into some cool quarrelling bar,talking up some big tomato oreasing up to some beefy sort, or a right spicy Bloody…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 30: What Scares You
What Scares You It’s a face in that drear and dark. Voices in the walls, a face, its pale skin of dimly shine.Is it you with sunken eyes?A face. A head with tresses lank,staring there in vapours dank. Written for Miz Quickly Day 30: What Scares You, and inspired by C. Dacre’s poem Mildew.…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 29: Once Upon A Time
A Giddy Bit of Bedlam Once upon a time, the gardenwas red and yellow, gaudy,blistering and indestructible.But this is October’s end. October is for storage, sugared fruitand blanched beans. For blossomsthat flop into the periphery of winter.For fern and flower in doddering rain. I watch low stars frosty in the sky,and the moon bald and…
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