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Miz Quickly’s Cats
Cat Scratch What shape of fate made you Cat. Ginger stripe orcinnamon spice. Cat at the window, centre stage. Cat scratch on paper,you’re a poet you said.A cat named Dylan,gin-soaked and sleepingon the floor. To rack and ruin is the phrase he used.Cat at the door, black asa dark night, speakingto and replying “We”. And…
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Miz Quickly’s “In the Can”
No. 6: Things in a Can About 10 minutes drive from Grandma’s porch, and a few minutes more past that totem pole at the Y in the road to my cousins’ old house, is the B&M restaurant. It was famous for a bowl of pork and beans with thick sauce sweetened with molasses. The beans, they were just normal beans. The…
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Miz Quickly’s Do-It-Yourself Prompt
No. 1: Admirable Thing about Someone You Dislike Good things. Um. Good things. Good things about him, yes? Well, he shares the same name with my recently retired dentist. He has a long white beard with a blizzard of food stuck in it, think swallow’s nest, and nests and baby birds are a good thing.…
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for PB Day 2
A Sonnet to a Lemon Drop It’s like this, I said, you know when you walk through Lynch Gate at St Nicholas’s church, with the old yew tree leaning toward you, and every parishioner for a 1,000 years is buried underfoot, and tombstones lean just like that yew tree, and you open those church doors, heavy…
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PB Day 1
A Spectre Mum was the space between fragile and forever, between fierce and a cheek-swept kiss. There was once a memory with her name, a spectre now. I heard it once, it tugged at my sleep, and then scattered off my fingertips when I woke. If I forget will you forgive me? I passed a shop window today. My world’s closed, windows soaped…
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for Twiglets #183
A Happy Poem I have theparaphernalia.the pen.the paper.the pencilwith no rubber erasure.write, I say.a happy poem.blank. paper.I look upand there you are.smiling. for Twiglets #183 We Romantics ©️ Misky 2020
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Sometimes a Girl Scout
A poem starting with a line from Geoffrey Philp’s A Fragment of the Quilt SOMETIMES A GIRL SCOUT Sometimes I wonder which badge Mum would’ve earned for raising me. What’s a mother to do with a child who’s a socialist, and anti-war, and says she’s a political dissident. Who took up smoking because shopsgave away…
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for Miz Quickly’s Pleasure
for Miz Quickly’s Pleasure. The postcard template nicked-off b’s blog many years ago.
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Miz Quickly’s Day 26
Sustain We are variants of voltage. Our only light. We touch. Lips. You taste tart. Shimmer sweet. You, my functional space. My transitory effect. We sustain air, and fall into variants of love. ©️ Misky 2020 with mention to THE METAPHYSICAL COUNTRYGIRL By Omar Pérez. Image by Filipe Almeida on Unsplash
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An Interwoven Cento Poem #2
A Cento Poem with Lines Interwoven from Song of Myself (1892 version) BY WALT WHITMAN and Baudelaire BY DELMORE SCHWARTZ I. When I fall asleep, and even during sleep, I see. Dance. Laugh. Sing. I hear a voice quite distinctly, voices speaking. Not words. Not music. Rhyme, and not even the best. Bare-stript phrases from…
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