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dVerse Quadrille #65
The Carved Wooden Indian Still Stands Outside the Post Office I was right, This is a small town. A fishing port, mostly tourists. Lighthouse by the carpark, Metered parking nowadays. Souvenir shop selling shells, Dried twiggy seahorses, Glass balls. All imported. The ice cream shop’s Closed until May. Fish love A dead quiet harbour. …
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Based on a Poem Title “Of Mere Being” by Wallace Stevens
Based on a Poem Title “Of Mere Being’ by Wallace Stevens I remember being so young — being bewildered by scent. Dad could smell snow coming. And rain. It was a scent like white closing in on hills, or a shock of winter stars falling. Or the closing white of linen sheets on a firm…
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Au Revoir Miz Quickly
Between Here and Shortly Before Noon It’s still September. Sun rises at 7AM. Pivots on papier-mâché light. Life is A car racing by, too fast for this lane. My bones wake me, not black-beak crows. The backdoor opens. Closes. An exit. Into the garden. The future flies. Maybe A loaf of bread and a newspaper.…
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A Coup de Foudre
An Indiscretion with a Dutch Woman This woman has a secret. She’s been hit by a thunderbolt. Lightning. Love at first sight. A coup de foudre. Goedemorgen, she says. So even toned. I nod. I smile. A lack of mutual language. A smile gets you farther than shoes will a mile. Wie ben jij en…
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Twiglet #94
Mislaid Before we were steps, we were stones. Still. Stones. We carried feet and lemon bitter song, flourished in the dark, sturdy as the sun. We carried skin and bones, and hopes and faith, and a cold candle’s haze. Still. Steps. Laid out flat. Overgrown. We are returned to stone. for Twiglet #94
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Carry Me “Quickly”
Casually Smart Fine and grand as sky, my new woolly jumper. Should carry me through fashionable transparency. What to wear, when and where. Racks and row, a blizzard of clothes. – I left you a voicemail – I’ll bring dessert, but what is smart casual? Miz Quickly’s Carry Me prompt. Image unSplash
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dVerse Quadrille #64
Quickly Around the Neighbourhood The old house on Hollow Road is being gutted like a mackerel. Dust fouling the air. How long can you hold your breath. These things never happen quickly. – There’s a shopping trolley in the creek, water up to here. It used to be fish. dVerse Quadrille #64 “Quick”…
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Quickly on Blenheim
Quickly on Blenheim Story goes they were caught in a rainstorm. Sudden. Unexpected. Diana’s temple was their cover. Their umbrella. He proposed as the story goes. But he was a politician – nothing goes unscripted. — The rose garden is dry as crackers. Soil is puzzle-poxed. Black spot and cirrhosis. Rain is as scarce as…
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A Merciless Sestina
One Day Over Time I’m not always as green as grass. I am without direction, like wind, I’m not always clear as spring’s sky but I do count those falling stars, and make wishes on them, and I wrap myself in hope of seeing the sun rising. I used to believe Revelations, rising up like…
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