Month: Jun 2026
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2506: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: The Childhood Rituals of Cake Batter I wake in the middleof a dream. Something about clay.Or maybeit was cake batter. Mum always let me lickcake batterfrom the mixer beaters. Unless my little sisterwas nearby, then we had to share. Like our clothes, my sister and Idressed in the same fabric. Mum sewed.…
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Ten Things of Thankful
A week of extreme temperatures, soaring into the low 40s celsius (104F+) and making life for many very difficult. We’ve created a ‘cool room’ in the living room, where we stay planted during the hottest part of the day. The bedroom needs the same treatment, but building codes prevent us from doing it right. I’ll…
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2406: Six Sentence Story
Clam Chowder Summer heatwave; you’ve fallen asleep with The Telegraph spread across your knees. I remember our second date: we spoke of death, a girlfriend, a fire, a club with locked exits; only those who’d paid went in. Most of them didn’t, you paused, and I finished the sentence. It was that time of year…
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2406: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: Same as It Always Is I’m a child among green,leaves,grass,and Queen Anne’s lace. Take a load off your mind,child,says the forest. A man nods.His dog shuffles upa layer of leaves. I’ve never seena nose so happy. Mist freedfrom a damp cloth sky.It was sunny the other day.Fish-and-chip weatherand battling gulls. But that…
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2306: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: A View Through Vaseline Lilac blooms ‘tweensteel rails, click and plink,luggage sways in the aisle, his shoes relax at angleson the seat opposite.I glance away from the sign “No feet on seats”. Scented air:Perfumedsour sweatand coffee. Cantonese;French;Arabic. Station announcement in English. A woman nods off.Jerks awake. Mid June is juicy green,ivy on…
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2306: Brigid’s Diary – A Six
Part 14, Brigid’s Diary: Winter, 1836 – 1841, Cagnes-sur-Mer, France Where Waiting Is Believing The arbours are vine-brittle skeletons touched with ice; terracotta pots lay shattered by winter’s slow fist, and even the small grey angels above the door have surrendered to grimaces. For these five years, we’ve lived in a stone cottage adjoining the…
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2206: The Liturgy
Liturgy for a Long Absence — Cagnes-sur-Mer, 1836 – 1841 Where Waiting Is Believing I. The Winter That SettledWinter settled into the stone cottagelike a tenant who refuses to leave.The vines are bare,brittle,skeletal.Their fingers scratching at the skyand demanding warmththe season refuses to give. Even the small angelic statuesin the garden grimace at the cold,their…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Welcome Gift(Or: How to Empty a Sardine Tin with Dignity) The cat stands at the fence,tail high,expression beatific,a tin of French sardines clutched in his jaws,empty, of course.Carefully emptied.Licked clean with the reverenceof a monk at prayer. He places it delicately on the top rail,nudges it toward the dog’s side,and steps back, expectant. “A…
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2006: Journal of Thoughts
Fingering Morning arrivedwithout the insistenceof a sharp bell, only breeze through windows, fingering the pleatsof the curtain, breathingas if the house itselfhad decided to wake slowly. The alarmforgot its duty and I,for once,agreed. Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is authentically my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.
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2006: Journal of SenHai
The Drunk Philosopher Returns Senryu (2)the cliffs watch the wavesargue with the beach each dayand call it weather or maybe: sea cliffs watch the wavesargue with the beach each daysame old marriage Haikubroad shoulder sea cliffseach wave arrives convincedit is the first Written for Susi’s SenHai Saturday #57 Photo by Kellen Riggin on Unsplash Song: Wild Woman by Calum Graham . Not…
