Month: Dec 2019
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Blackdamp
Blackdamp Picture, if you will, a brief surge of engine steam that glitters with pyrite dirt. It churns the still night air – They work the old coal pits, shuffle down damp tunnels, black dust kisses the skin. The canary trips no concern. And up above this blackdamp, in the crisp clean air, there in […]
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Twiglet #156
CHILLED the winter fields are flat and cold snow clouds stretching long as banners Dad hated this time of year. He’d come home, and soak his feet in a dishpan of hot water and epson salts.. He was a postman. this weather rushes on us with its wild eyes ice pecking our face I always […]
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dVerse Prosery #7
She never sleeps on her back. Her wings, you know, her wings. Curves in a Sparrow’s Voice Bedlam’s silencing her sawtooth edges, her bark and howl, but it can’t bend curves into a sparrow’s voice that’s cracked and shattered like bird seed. Listen to the wind against the windows, rattling like loose teeth. Wind blowing […]
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for Twiglet #155
A Study in Geometry Reigning on Picnics I arranged myself on that rickety old three legged stool, my feet rooted on the ground for balance, my knees pressed together for geometry, and on my lap I propped a paper plate with Heinz baked beans bleeding into my hotdog bun. ©️ Misky 2019 Twiglet […]