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Miz Quickly’s 16 July Reworked
Do Ants Squint into the Wind (Reworked) Do ants stop,as I do, and listento thunder roll. Do they lift their feetin the snow. On hot sand. In knee-deepdepths ofrain. Do their eyes squint in the sun. Do they knowcome July they’ll sprout wingsand fly. Why do theybubble up fromroots of trees, spreadacross the lawn, like…
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for Visual Verse Anthology on Instagram
An Ode To A Sneeze Here comes a breeze, full ofragweed and grass,demon pollen of motherwort,whipweed and oak.My mask, to maskthis rabble in my head. based on image at Visual Verse on Instagram. Write 5-50 words in 15-minutes based on the daily image.
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Random Recollections
SHE I found Mum’s photo, face down, on the floor this morning. I picked her up. Dusted her off. My mother was never a beautiful gliding form. She’d gladly run the lawnmower over a snake,pierce the ground to stop a mole’s hill,toss a slug into a busy road. She played the trumpet as a kid, said…
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for Miz Quickly’s Interview #4
Do Ants Eyes Narrow in the Wind Do ants stop, as I do, and listen to distant gentle thunder roll. Do they lift their feet in the snow. On hot sand. Do their eyes narrow in the wind. Do they know that come July they will sprout wings…
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An Epulaeryu Poem
An Epulaeryu: It’s a Food Poem slightly underdone duck breast baby vegetables polenta with cilantro bring me a fork! An Epulaeryu is a poem dedicated to food. The syllable constriction is 7.5.7.3.1 4PB Image from Unsplash CC:00
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Miz Quickly’s Interview #1
Twenty Seven Questions Found & Remixed in ‘The Last Wish’ Who are you?What shall I call you?You are common folk, am I right? Do you bow your head and sing canticles? Are you powers innate?Should I bite a chair leg? You mean those charlatans with stars on their hats?One thousand and two hundred?Are you playing at…
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for Miz Quickly’s Interview #1
On Wings Of Geese When summer flies off with the geese, it’s time to start picking blackberries. It seems like I’ve been picking them, blackberries that is, my whole life. Dad would stick me on his shoulder – he’d pick berries on the lower vines, and I’d eat whatever I could reach. He’d say, Are…
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for PB’s Movie Quotes
“They call me Mister Tibbs.” ~In the Heat of the Night (1967) A little boy came running, so delighted to see me. Grandpa! Grandpa! he smiled. The time had come to grow my hair longer, and never to leave home without lipstick on. Photo by Kasia Serbin on Unsplash. Prompted by Poetic Bloomings
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