Month: Oct 2019
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5 October 2019
This is a Storm Water choked the bridge below, arches stopped, nowhere to go. A boat to float, to sink or sail. A keel, a wheel, fell knees to rail. Our oars are held but tight this mud, this storm it swells, this night of hell. ©️ Misky 2019
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Dverse Food
To Stir I sleep, profound in a dream of molten chocolate. We are cannibals stirring an iron pot, drenched from eruptions of its gentle simmer. We are a whirlpool of dance. And then I wake, speechless in a blaze of sunlight. Morning always comes with its deep blue skies, laughing me awake. 4:dVerse…
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You Can’t Outrun a Rain Storm
You Can’t Outrun Squally Rain Outside a fisherman ties his dingy to the dock. He runs for shelter below a lean-to sheet of plastic, as if a person can outrun squally rain. Nothing compares, being chased by a tropical maelstrom. I’ve sheltered in a cafe with plastic chairs and tables. I glance up at the…
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