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Quadrille #24 and Miz Quickly’s Day 17
Dead Fly dead fly on the windowsill, whispered speck, legs up as if playing on monkey bars. little bugger won’t be flying anywhere; it’s missing a wing and its red welt eyes lack a point of view. brittle little thing is heading for the garbage bin. for dVerse: Quadrille (44 words) including “whisper”…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 16: Blue Monday
Pinwheel Day’s It’s not the time for asking questions; I’m just a small piece in this bright mosaic. And the day pulls along on wooden pinwheels. Me, a bump and tumble on this old hay wagon, wedged like a slice on its shallow seat, led through sun-hot dust by a pony with ghosts for bones…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 15: A Toy
Piano Sprites A miniture piano, she played it so well, in harmonies of D and A, bright quarter notes filled with Spite-ish joys. Phantom tones like heaven’s bells ringing folly towers. She played for hours, sunlight by halves, that musical sprite playing her toy piano. for Miz Quickly’s Day 15: A Toy
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Miz Quickly’s Day 14 & Twiglet #6
A Taste for Ink Mum gave me a proper pen for my 10th birthday. I wanted a watch. But that pen drew promises as I positioned its nib on paper. I waited for a Royal Blue river of conversation to start, And I hoped to fill notebooks as if hanging paintings on a blank wall.…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 13: Too Many Radishes
Too Many Radishes it’s when the snow is rolling off the roof, and the wooden fence is wobbling in the wind, and my blind and deaf dog refused to step on the snow, and I’m in my bathrobe, shivering in a snow storm, carrying a dog who won’t squat and pee because it’s afraid to…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 12: Where I Live
Blackberrying with Sylvia Path I’m on a morning stroll, and I smell snow. I know it, like a sailor knows hooks, and knots, and knows the sea. It’s coming. And soon. Arctic winds bridge the seasons, giving reason to leafless trees and icy winds, long frigid nights and woolly bed socks. Nobody’s on this footpath…
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dVerse Haibun #28 and Miz Quickly’s Day 11 Image
Burlesque Girls I still think about that cafeteria, those downtown girls with bright red lips and hair sleek and slicked into ponytails. They slid like valley fog, slow and easy into the gaps of long leather booths. I watched, quiet as a speck of dust as they sipped Pepsi and ate and laughed, and to…
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Miz Quickly Day 10: Letter A
Another And and and and, as if ands tie everything together, and we’re looking at him, kinda askance, and waiting for another and, because they always ride in tandem, like stuttering eyebrows, and we wait, listening, and and and, he says, and that’s all we hear because we’ve gone deaf to any other word he…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 9
Five and Half Crows My view is a windowpane — up the street, and then back down. It’s Monday, which means the neighbours have filled up their charity bags, and set them at the curb for pickup today. Sod’s Law, it’s started raining early, and probably will do all day long. The charity shop hates…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 8: An Unknown Man
A Partial Memory I can’t remember the street name, but there was an antique shop on one corner, can’t recall the shop name, and there was a stop sign, leaning, as if fleeing, after being hit by a feeble drunk with a baseball bat, and the shop had broad milky windows, air-tight and sealed by…
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