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Day 2: Miz Quickly’s Inventive Momentum
The Momentum of a Long Thin Shadow I. It feels good to let my head go still, go quiet as dust. That’s why I walk. With direction. With momentum. Purpose. — toward a blue sky horizon, just beyond the red tiled roof of the house over there. Through a landscape damp with winter. And my…
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Day 1: A Bit More Quickly History
Into and Out of It Again Even the dogs hang on to their hunger, these wretched days of suspicion and selfish prayers. Last year we lit beacons to brighten dull skies as the news fell in and out of truth and harm. Now we hide our thoughts in our eyebrows, and long for some past…
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Day 1: A Little Music for Miz Quickly
I Made a Little Music …bought a piano, learned that my fingers no longer belong to me, but I can make a broad blade of grass whistle; it’s such a torturous sound, so I sip tea and hum delight, fold hankies into origami shapes. for Miz Quickly’s Day 1:
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A Bit of Pure Fiction for Sunday Whirl #280
It’s Never Just About a Back Door Slamming More like a mean demon wind, always bristling against my good nature, banging like iced-cruel fingers, he said, in that way he has with words… The back door slammed again, bruising the door frame. It was already hanging thin by its own echo. Damned kids can’t do anything…
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Miz Quickly’s Limbo Week
Why My Favourite Sound is a Lawnmower As I recall it was the summer that dog bit me on the thigh — a black dog named Ought Not. The doc stitched me up with beige twisty string, like the thread that Mum used for sewing on my coat buttons. And all during that summer I…
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Sunday Whirl #279
We Dance as Candles Burn This is a great excuse to wrap myself in a drift of chimes. Bells that slip the air with tunes that melt winter’s chill. And we dance around a towering tree, candles burn, and bring to mind holy signs up there in stars. So I wish you all a happy Christmas, and a chin-chin…
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Twiglet #3: Across the Room
Crumbling Midwinter Light So here I am, somewhere under the sun, although I’ve not seen even the briefest bit of it today. Just mist and ice-gripped grass, and a world made for crisis, and crumbling midwinter light. At least the spread of dust under foot is less noticeable. So I do the “noticeable” chores, and…
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Twiglet #3
Originally posted on The Twiglets: ? A twiglet is a short phrase. Or a word. Maybe two. Its aim is to “prompt” a flow. A thought. A memory. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a link, if you’d like your work read, but note that comments…
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Time for dVerse
The Time of Asking It’s that time of the year when everyone is heading home. But we’re staying home. Not going anywhere. Joan up the street, she and her husband are going to Mexico for Christmas. She pushed an early greeting card through our letter slot with a hand-written note. Nice touch that read: “Hope…
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dVerse Haibun #27 and Twiglet #2
Two version of the same piece. The first is written as a haibun for dVerse Poets using the word “night”. The second version is the original that uses linebreaks, created as a free-write exercise for prompt #2 at The Twiglets. I. Run Away I’ve drawn over my childhood where there’s no children’s hour, no storybook…
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