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Day 01
Draft MQ 01 and PA 01 An Alpha Poem – And Where to Start and what might this pen create, what tempest of shade and paint, and why do dreams exist in pillows, and why must heroes always die, and who will stitch this quilt into a dying language of what and why and who…
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for VV: Vol. 7 Chapter 01
Sunsets Always Fade to Black The sky is my best memory of it, a reddish violet, sometimes lavender colour just before the brightness of streetlamps poured down sheets of luminesque. In the fog that light seemed like stardust from a galaxy far, far, far away, some place on the edge of my daydreams that played…
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28 October 2019
That Cat Would Say I eat cold tuna straight from the tin, bits of bird in brown gravy. The bird’s a chicken, I think. I didn’t catch it, so I can’t be certain. Who’s certain of anything these days. I’m the new cat on this street, I want to pick a fight. Maybe tomorrow. Not…
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27 October 2019
Random Thoughts of a Dachshund This bodes not well for me. ie., weenie and teenie and sausagie and now this stuffed facsimile toy. Get stuffed, I say. for PB “What a Dachshund says” Bloody Toy Soldiers I found your tin soldiers. In the loft. In a big box. Handwritten in broad red “Tin…
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It’s Boris at the Door
It’s Boris at the Door The front porch light is on, glaring yellow in the fog, and there’s a boy at my door. He flips the cover up on the mail slot, tilts his head for a better view inside and straight down the hallway. Hello? Hello, in there, he says, I’m here for candy.…
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Junk Mail
Junk Mail Dear Sir and/or Madam Thank you for your letter. Your new artificial leg is being made by our handicraftsmans today. We attach invoice for your payments – bank details required. If questions, hit reply. Very kindly, J M Mooh, Dhaka Artificials, Dhaka, Bangladesh. tele: +00880 2384 83645 Blocked & deleted because: 1) I…
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dVerse Questions
Where can you find a bell that will ring in your dreams? – by Pablo Neruda Old world bells ring on the hour, half hour, and quarter hour, they ring for weddings, for funerals, on Saints’ days, for feast or fast, for mass and … the bells want the sky to howl — to…
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Poetic Form: Ryūka
In the Groove A beat in her ears A spring in her walk She played songs over and over until the groove wore smooth PB’s Japanese Form: Ryūka 5,5,8,6 and Poetic Aside #502 ©️ Misky 2019
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for PB’s Ity Poem
The Old Lady and Her Kitty There’s an itty-bitty lady of unknown age and antiquity who lives in a teeny house with her uppity kitty. The cat plays the piano, primarily Handel, while the lady howls meowing irascibility. It’s a perplexity, this oddity that tests normality, but they are, quite truly, the height of serenity.…
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