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Found Simple
SIMPLE And no, for anyone wondering, I left out things which haven’t been … left out. Things not included. For example – freshness. And the fridge. Getting ice cream rolled on your thigh, well, a chicken then. O’ joy – a crazy-person for supper. That being said, you might as well be a lazy cook,…
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Twiglet #139 & #140
…in a field of salty brown wheat you stand you wish your heart was as open as this mile wide view Twiglet #139 and #140 and dVerse “Smoke and Mirrors” ©️ Misky 2019
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20 August 2019
Originally posted on The Journal: Dogwood I still hear her sticky voice in the tree near my bedroom window. Words tangling in the limbs and twigs, the leaves twitch. Mum is a breeze of complaints, “That girl couldn’t find her way out of a dead end.” And the neighbour nods, adding it isn’t easy being…
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12 August 2019
Originally posted on The Journal: Recollections of the Washington State Fair And as I recall, the sunrise was the colour of ripe cherries, and the clouds drifted like woodstove smoke, and Dad was shouting at us Get a move on, the engine is running, and if you want to get a spot to park without…
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for VV ‘s August Submission
To Those Proud Mums and Those Kids of Theirs For 8 years, I pretended to swim. Their kids, their mothers said, can swim in the deep end. Well this was too much for my mother, and she’d heard enough of what her kid couldn’t do, and that, she said, was going to change. So I’m…
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6 August 2019
Cows under the oak tree Grass cool as a spring day It feels like Sunday ©️ Misky 2019 – Poetic form: Ginsberg’s American Sentence (17-syllables)
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Wordle #415
Wrapped in a Blackbird’s Song I hear a blackbird. Its call lifts the day. A shellacked spray of rose and dawn, a smear, a scar that chokes the last sham- bles of deepest night. I fit tomorrow’s dreams into empty corners of my pillow. The stars shimmy, fade, and I wrap myself into a new…
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Miz Quickly’s 30 July
A Poem in the Style of Kendra DeColo I’m reading a cookbook because it’s midnight, and I don’t feel at all sleepy because that coffee after dinner was a foolish idea because I know caffeine is the devil poking at my brain because a brain doing pogo sticks isn’t sedated counting sheep, so I’m reading…
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Miz Quickly’s 29 July
Rubber Bands I keep them in a plastic box, rubber bands hold its lid on tight, rubber bands keep coffee beans airtight, rubber bands hold my cookbook together, rubber bands to snap my wrist, rubber bands so I don’t forget, rubber bands tied on tomato trusses, rubber bands in all bright colours, rubber bands that…
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27 July Miz Quickly’s Secrets
A Poem Starting with a Line by Jimmy Baca Yesterday, the sunshine made the air glow hot as an itch. I sat, in the shade of the laurel, and removed my shoes, tugged off my socks, and exposed my corncob feet to the bite of nature’s nibble. And my toes sighed, Mercy, mercy me. …
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