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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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A Conversation with a Rogue Taxidermy
A Conversation with a Rogue Taxidermy I know a girl who says she’s not sure how she came to be here, sitting on a metal folding chair, wearing a white silk gown, a corseted tight-waisted atrocity. She’s a harpist, back row over to the left, her right, and she plucks away wearing silky gloves. Whose…
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A Dog and A Tree for Miz Quickly
Dog and Tree I am not four paws nor in need of a bone I ‘m not a cold nose nor a tail that wags I don’t do kibbles and I don’t do it from a can, and I don’t need toys that squeak and annoy. I am green, (except for when I’m not), and…
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Wicked Games with Miz Quickly
Wicked Games First things first — The world was on fire, it looked at me, took me, and shook me. What a wicked game you played to make me feel this way. Second thing second — I’m the one at the sail, I’m the master of my sea. What a wicked thing to say you…
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In-Form: Reiki
(Untitled) Bold, this iron hot, this devil you know. Choice is always an option. ℳ A Reiki form poem for In-Form Poetics and dVerse Does Adages . Reiki: 5.5.4.3 syllable count; no title; rhyme optional
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Miz Quickly’s Name Game
The Name Game Dad called me Jack, called my mother Egghead. He called my sister Robin, but that was her name. for Miz Quickly’s “What’s in a Name“
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dVerse Quadrille #63
A Stoney-Face Sky Summer’s end burns exhausted, as if falling faint from effort. The sky is stoney-faced, torn and tense and shining, and trickling jigsaw shapes against the windowpane. Earth chews its bottom lip, nervous, life’s slowing to a static stride. Winter watches in the distance. for dVerse Quadrille #63 44 words, excluding the…
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Miz Quickly’s Found-Deux
Found in Saturday Conversations at Fell House Gardens We are a taste of this – of styrofoam cups it’s always insane, up on the ceiling and under the floor, empty in the middle wherever that is. He fell in love with a drop of rain, spikes of red and yellow, a good morning, a coffee…
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