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Twiglet #94
Mislaid Before we were steps, we were stones. Still. Stones. We carried feet and lemon bitter song, flourished in the dark, sturdy as the sun. We carried skin and bones, and hopes and faith, and a cold candle’s haze. Still. Steps. Laid out flat. Overgrown. We are returned to stone. for Twiglet #94
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Carry Me “Quickly”
Casually Smart Fine and grand as sky, my new woolly jumper. Should carry me through fashionable transparency. What to wear, when and where. Racks and row, a blizzard of clothes. – I left you a voicemail – I’ll bring dessert, but what is smart casual? Miz Quickly’s Carry Me prompt. Image unSplash
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dVerse Quadrille #64
Quickly Around the Neighbourhood The old house on Hollow Road is being gutted like a mackerel. Dust fouling the air. How long can you hold your breath. These things never happen quickly. – There’s a shopping trolley in the creek, water up to here. It used to be fish. dVerse Quadrille #64 “Quick”…
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Quickly on Blenheim
Quickly on Blenheim Story goes they were caught in a rainstorm. Sudden. Unexpected. Diana’s temple was their cover. Their umbrella. He proposed as the story goes. But he was a politician – nothing goes unscripted. — The rose garden is dry as crackers. Soil is puzzle-poxed. Black spot and cirrhosis. Rain is as scarce as…
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A Merciless Sestina
One Day Over Time I’m not always as green as grass. I am without direction, like wind, I’m not always clear as spring’s sky but I do count those falling stars, and make wishes on them, and I wrap myself in hope of seeing the sun rising. I used to believe Revelations, rising up like…
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A Conversation with a Rogue Taxidermy
A Conversation with a Rogue Taxidermy I know a girl who says she’s not sure how she came to be here, sitting on a metal folding chair, wearing a white silk gown, a corseted tight-waisted atrocity. She’s a harpist, back row over to the left, her right, and she plucks away wearing silky gloves. Whose…
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A Dog and A Tree for Miz Quickly
Dog and Tree I am not four paws nor in need of a bone I ‘m not a cold nose nor a tail that wags I don’t do kibbles and I don’t do it from a can, and I don’t need toys that squeak and annoy. I am green, (except for when I’m not), and…
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Wicked Games with Miz Quickly
Wicked Games First things first — The world was on fire, it looked at me, took me, and shook me. What a wicked game you played to make me feel this way. Second thing second — I’m the one at the sail, I’m the master of my sea. What a wicked thing to say you…
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In-Form: Reiki
(Untitled) Bold, this iron hot, this devil you know. Choice is always an option. ℳ A Reiki form poem for In-Form Poetics and dVerse Does Adages . Reiki: 5.5.4.3 syllable count; no title; rhyme optional
It's Still Life 