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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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13 October: for dVerse
Just A Pinch It’s times like these whenI think I’ll call Mum, tell herabout the garden todaywith its spread of fuchsias and how, if she was still alive, she’d be pinching outnew growth, taking it home,and rooting it in some water. I don’t think she ever boughta plant, she borrowed bitsand seeds from other people’splants, and grew…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 13: Wednesday
There’s a horned moon up there today, and Shatner’s going up into space – I don’t need that much space. Photo is mine, taken at the National Trust’s Nyman’s Gardens yesterday. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 13: Wednesday and One-Liner Wednesday. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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Miz Quickly’s Day 12 “Tuesday”
Boys On The Tracks The air is bristling nerves The engine coughsThe carriage rocks The boys are on the tracks The whistle blowsThe driver sweatsIt rolls into his eyes These boys are troubleThe tracks do rumbleThe train’s horn toots again The boys jump asideAs if riding wings, and The boys survive another day. Written for Miz…
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12 October: dVerse Prosery
This Summer Boy This summer boy of tide pools and kelp forests. He plays in waves while grains of an hourglass slip from under his feet. Up to his waist. He’s afraid to move. Afraid to call for help. He hears a chaos of language from the shore. His legs tangle in the long reach…
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Twiglet #248
Originally posted on The Twiglets: A twiglet’s aim is to “prompt” a thought. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a link, if you’d like your work read, but comments should not be expected.
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