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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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6 July: The Maslow Hierarchy
A CONVERSATION WITH THE OTHER SIDE Wrong number, my mother says. and she’s speaking to someonenearby, saying “I misdialled her.” I hang up the phone.And then pick up it back up again.I listen. She’s still on the line. “You haven’t hung up,” I say.And she’s talking to me, butshe’s not saying anything. It’s words. Words.…
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Miz Quickly’s Bicycles
This poem is inspired by “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” by Wallace Stevens and a poem by Peter Frankis and Miz Quickly’s 5 July bicycle prompt Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Bicycle IAmong the twenty-six spokesof my bicycle the only movingthing was the nine of spadescard pegged to the back wheel. II.I…
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3 July 2020 The Beach
A Summer Storm Feels like winter is in the air,as wind howls hard off the sea.Gales piping through in trees,and sheep have turned, facingnorth. See the grass, it’s level,flat, and not a soul walks onthe beach. Not a foot to fall,no kites to reach the sky.No way can this be July. PB 3 July The…
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