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dVerse Mixology
Straight Up Rain I still toast this twist of love. It’s troublesome at times — on rare days, it’s sour as cold weather or straight-up rain. It’s a tipsy life, this tonic that drowns our sorrows, and I think of you, your forged smile it’s a quiet vesper, and you are a heart’s elixir. This…
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dVerse Haibun #30
Back When back in the day when I wore pink gingham dresses and my cotton socks were lace trimmed, and my world seemed delightfully old as a smothering summer of wallflowers and big willows and poplars and broad brimmed sun-hats. back then when I was seven, or maybe it was eight, and I didn’t know…
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Sunday Whirl #285
The Lodestone In my hand a chisel, carving deep into this lodestone, into its iron-brown body releasing dreams caught, prayers said, ancient fires that once sparked and bled. A thief of fire, it burned down our open doors. And so, its return I will set to paper, recite scribo volo, repeat incantations, scribo volo, words…
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Miz Quickling’s More of a Good Thing
Howl She was howling, but that’s the way of laughter. It’s a filament’s thread from a smile, from a teardrop, between a blossom and wilt. written for Miz Quickly’s Thursday prompt:Too Much of a Good Thing.
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Miz Quickly’s Too Much of a Good Thing
And It’s Written That woman, she has a tyrant’s walk, with her suits in shades of dry bones and rained-on tweed, with her hair of molten silver, and I’m sure there’s some proverb or precept written that warns — step aside, and avoid the reckless ambitions of deposed gods. written for Miz Quickly’s…
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Twiglet #9 “It’s a Ball”
She’s a Ball she’s a ball, bright as chemical green and just as bouncy, a percussion bite like a pricked balloon, and only when she’s steady as a very long fuse does her skin fade into silence. written for Twiglet #9 “It’s a Ball”
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Miz Quickly’s Day 31: Sonnet #1
Sonnet #1 we called the drought rain, and it drummed a small thunder. the ground stained naked as night, a dismal and withering drizzle. but we danced, and we drank, falling about and blowing at clouds, spilling air on mud-entranced faces, and our eyes stared at the sky as we buried it all with a…
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dVerse Quadrille #25
A Sketched Ruin I live in a village that runs north by south, trees thickly dot the main road with summer’s shade and cover. We’re neither rich nor poor, though our history’s rich — our old church is a sketched ruin, a dwelling place that echoes at dawn. written for dVerse Quadrille (44…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 30: A Few Words
Tipping Dominos he is a book better bolted shut. He is fire escaped. and I know a woman who howls and cries, but its music is lost on deaf senses. he is an ox in a pine forest, and he’ll break earth. and I know a man who shakes and prays, but he also dances…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 29: Dressing for a Hidden Agenda
Dressing for Weather This hat is a mistake. Too tight. It imprints knit and pearl and cable stitch on my forehead. But I’ll wear it; it keeps me warm. The weather’s still edgy. And when did I start noticing if zippers are metal? It seems the world’s gone plastic but this zip is metal —…
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