Month: Nov 2020
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dVerse Witness
In the Same Way an Algebraic Equation Can A morning walk can empty my brain.I am walking my customary route, past the oak tree, its acorns rollingunderfoot like marbled pebbles ona Sussex beach. Oh how I love delicate batter fried codand sharp stinging sea air in my lungs. Holly berries, pressed into bursts of red,and now…
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dVerse Prosery
The Drowning of Capel Celyn A village gone. Into dark stillness that roots it to its soil. It lies weed-hung with the fish. It is too deep to feel the weight of a wave, or to hear a lamb’s bleat. It sleeps where it died in a purple silt. The store. The church. The butchery…
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Twiglet #201 and dVerse Quadrille
When I Was 10 Summer’s the shortest season.Flew by. I flew by. Out the door. Mum shouting, “Don’t slam the screen door!” I’d chase distance. Up hills.A curse on my long bones. I’d walk the old silver mine’s rusted tracks,and my freedom knew happiness. dVerse Quadrille “Happiness” and Twiglet #201 “Weedy Rail Tracks” © Misky…
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02.11.20
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For VV’s November Issue
A Different Sky I love airships and blimps.Huge. As big as a dinosaur.They fly past one another,and steal each other’s lightas their hinged wings spendthe air like copper pennies. I love the sound of rain poundingthe tarpaulin above my head. I love to fly with the rising sun,love to hear the wind shrill andrushing into…
It's Still Life 