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Dry Rain for dVerse Poets
Dry Rain When Dad passed away, I was a wailing shell. There was no goodbye, no tidy ending — not like the movies. There’s nothing pretty about a howling heart. And I keep thinking about the airport, last time I saw him, you know — hugs, and I said, ‘See you soon. Love you, Dad.’…
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What It Takes for Miz Quickly
In Search of Chutzpah Miz Quickly wants chutzpah. I have none, so I searched. Google says chutzpah has no statistics, hapztuhc is chutzpah spelled backwards. It’s 75-percent consonants, has two syllables, and it can’t be translated into an other language. Chutzpah has no meaning. Now, I reckon a word that has no meaning has chutzpah.…
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dVerse Haibun #14
Note: This hasn’t gone at all where I wanted it to, so I might take it apart and play with its innards later. Counting Numbers To melt. To melt. Into this stress. Into my ears, sticky-thick. Hear that beat. That struck tick. That clock. Free my bruised breath. Count. On one. I step. On…
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Poetic Bloomings: Playing Favourites
Lost in Paradise Like a parched traveller who comes out of the deep dust — you laughed like bells ringing, despite this bloody journey. And I am an infernal silence. Jaw. Set. Steel. “Let’s go this way,” you say, “an adventure at every corner.” But there is just ever more and ever more distance. No…
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Protected: Sunday Whirl & Miz Q: On The Edge of Wind
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Once Upon Virgil for Miz Q.
Found On Elm Street The golden sun is a sticky honey, a driven winter from the hollows of trees. Hiding-places. Like homes. Or sweet sipping-streams. If rumour’s true, you kept warm, and smoothed your fingers in heaven’s wander. Found and Remixed text from “The Georgics“, by Virgil and translated by A. S. Kline.…
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An Etheree for dVerse
Toast The air seems distant, no landscape to see. Dusty purple greys the hills. The sky breaks out in argument with weather as air holds warm and motionless. It’s one of those simple things, like walking through fire to toast some bread. written for Victoria’s dVerse Etheree prompt of building a geometric shape…
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Three More Ryūka Poems
Three Variations on a Ryūka I. I made wishes on mindless stars The full moon pulling song from me But words died in my throat that day My face was stained with tears II. A robin’s singing to me Such a sturdy song A simple summer memory A sharp and broken tone III. The sun…
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Miz Quickly’s Chesty Birds
Sometimes there’s no starting point, you’re in the middle of it all before you realise it started, and someone said that a storm was blowing in, but until it’s hanging right overhead, that storm is somebody else’s storm, somebody else’s problem. So we sat on the floor, drawing flowers and pressing plants on writing paper,…
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dVerse’s Character Study
And Run Same time, every day. She runs. I’m finishing the breakfast dishes, up to my wrists in hot soapy water, and there she goes, she’s a shot of sun. Her red hair’s often a shapeless flame, but today it’s tied up in a brass knot – and she runs. I’d love to run that…
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