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Miz Quickly’s It’s Up To You
Like Two Owls Congrats, sis, and tillykke to Us.We were that one fertilised eggthat split into a thousand run-onmelodies. Scattered, and sea foamsoft. We became Us, you and me. We became a little night music.Fluid. Transient and oblivious.Waking and sleeping. Us. Always.Always sunshine in those trailspulling at us. We are magnetic. Congrats, sis, on living…
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Miz Quickly’s Loaded Words
Steep at the bottom of the hill where every rippling southeast breeze used to hit the creek bed straight-on, where that one-legged black crow used to nest until a cat got it, although a few years later a fox ate that same cat,and down there…
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More Advice for Miz Quickly
Once Is Enough, Quite Frankly I can’t recall who, but someone told me once (because once was enough, quite frankly) “The only thing that’ll happen if you stand in the shower holding a bar of soap is the soap will melt.” It was probably my mother. She bubbled over with things you only wanted to…
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Ars Poetica: The Yew Tree
Ars Poetica: The Yew This is a tree.Something about it.It’s interesting.But it’s not about the tree.So. What’s it about?Childhood.It holds my childhood.That summer. The forestbehind the house. It’s beyondthe maple — Dad naileda birdhouse on it . Like Jesus. Crucified.It’s beyond the ripe huckleberriesthat I stopped to eat…
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for Miz Quickly’s The Forgottens
Just Hello When I was a kid, our telephonewas in the coat closet. Shiny asnight was black. Rotary dial. Very Humphrey Bogart. Even with the closet door closed,you could hear its urgency. Thatshrill ring. Didn’t sound like birdschirping or a motorcycle engine. And no one ever rang to just say,Hello.Hey. How’s it going, babe.What about…
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A Not So Pristine Limerick
A Dirty Little Limerick There once was a car named ChristineHer owner kept her clean and pristineBut when she stopped on the tracksThe driver’s bowels went laxAnd Christine was more muck than clean Written to Fandango’s FOWC prompt: Pristine. Image from Unsplash by Courtney Cook. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay #FOWC on Twitter…
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for dVerse Poets Quadrille 129
Beyond the Rocks A splash of morning lightand my first cup of tea.Oh, curiosity of whatthis day might bring.The tide is out beyond the rocks,and I wish for some clarity.It came by return of tide, mywishes wasting away the day. Photo by Gary Yost on Unsplash Written for dVerse Poets “Quadrille 129 – Curiosity”. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter…
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For Miz Quickly’s Inspiration
That Girl in the Red Hooded Cape This fantasy is morethan a child’s landscape.It’s a snap of a tripwirebehind masks.Hidden. Fearin tunes and dance.A disguise that grabs the shorthairs. Teethgleaming like moonlight.That sort of feeling,it sets birds off flyingbecause, truly, life’s scarierthan your forest, child. For Miz Quickly’s 30 May prompt Inspiration. Shared with #APoemADay on…
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A Berserk Limerick
A Berserk Limerick There once was a young fella from CambridgeHis height was embellished with foam wedges.On water he walkedFloating rock to rockUntil shrinkage sunk his stride from seepage For Fandango’s #FOWC This was supposed to include the word berserk, but I couldn’t muscle it in, so it is what it is. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on…
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For Twiglet #228 and Visual Verse Anthology
A Deranged Silence I.Missing What siren’s mad songdrew this sailor’s eye from the horizon into the cold depths of water. II.The Stubble and Sweat Some days are blessed, and some days are chaos.Some days you’re rubbed upthe wrong way by stubble and sweat.Some days are tattooed on you,you’ll pay the piper…
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