Tag: quadrille
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for dVerse Quadrille #80
There’s a Dead Rat in the Attic so says Carla, the TV-aerial-man, though I swear she’s a man. Says it’s mummified,not recent. Carla-the-man thanks me for the coffee while I tip sugar into eggs. I’m making cake. If I were a violin, I’d crave music; I crave rich, dense cake. for dVerse Poets…
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for dVerse Quadrille and Twiglet #125
Don’t Recall His Name But I Remember Him. Up there, sitting on the school bleachers, king of it all, lean as James Dean slipped in-between day dreams. Him, buttoned into blue jeans, tight white t-shirt, and hair slick as a snail’s streak. He didn’t see me wearing my pink poodle skirt. for dVerse…
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dVerse Quadrille #78
Cold Redux. Cold and her shadow was a mimic, watched her with summer blue eyes, like wind racing through paper flora and fauna. tonight. tonight. in this house, tonight. she has risen from waxen white into raw smallness. hers was to live in a hard blue ice. dVerse Quadrille #78 Rise
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Quadrille #77
A Gril Named Emma I love her chatter, how she smells like pure white soap. Love the way her shiny bracelets chime like bells, and how she sweeps the room with her smile. We’re on the porch, playing Go Fish. She always has an ace up her sleeve. for Quadrille #77 including the…
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Quadrille 75 and Twiglet 117
Draining Dark I recall a broad moon spiked high on treetop forks, a weave of breezes moving the day’s heat in chattering stops. Moon shadows soaking leaves and roots, and all winter we waited for its radiant silk, a milky moon that drained dark from night. For dVerse’s Quadrille #75, include the word…
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Quadrille #73
A Gathered Net And what if my brown-eyed wishes gathered into a fisherman’s net, into oil and greased twine and knot, and soused silver-finned fish big as a whitened loaf. Would all my wishes come home to roost, if my wishes were kisses, would I be loved. dVerse Quadrille #73
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for dVerse Quadrille #72
A Fall Skyward It is blowing out there in that field where rapeseed grew. The old oak laboured and fell, roots skyward. It snapped through icy power lines, and splashed like a whale on to the rain-steeped fallow soil. Today was hijacked by a weathercock spinning wild. dVerse Quadrille #72: Steep
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Quadrille #68
Perfectly Brief There’s a note stuck in the air, like you might do with a rose in water. A note — not bird song, not a metallic clapper or strings of cat gut, but a note, written with crescendo longing. It’s perfectly brief. One word: Wink. Quadrille #68 “Wink“
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The Rise and Fall of Yucking
The Rise and Fall of Yucking Bile He’s yucking in the grocery aisles, yucking leeks and yucking kale, and wailing o’Yuck’o at brussels sprouts and beans green as a May spring day, and in the meat aisle, yucking liver, yucking fish, and then he retches at the sight of toilet brushes Twiglet #97…
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dVerse Quadrille #52
And There Was Room to Grow This is the portrait of a parka with a broken zip, with pockets deep enough to hold my hands, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and a bag of salt and vinegar crisps, and a red apple, and that was just in one pocket. for dVerse Quadrille…
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