Month: Jun 2026
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2006: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: In a Highly Refrigerated Shopping Centre they’ve given it a name.a heat dome. as though we can’t feelthat it’s hot. some things are simple. Heat.It’s hot.Simple. mounting a stoolin a restaurant is not one of them. ‘…is that booth taken?I’m moving,if it’s okay with you. If I fall off this stool,it’ll put…
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1906: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: Rain-Streaked downcast.soddenas a pouting toddler. I shake the rainfrom the peonies — icy pinkand dejected. he texts:did you hear that? yes,I reply, it’s thunder. I grab my phone, snap a photoof thunder. switch to video and waitfor the next flashof lightning. we’ve lost power. same as it will besame as everywhere Everywhere…
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1806: A Thursday Door
Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the way to share my love of doors — of all sorts. I’ve trawled through my photos and found a few to share. Bushboy (Brian Dodd) also shares photos of doors from his his journeys. ©Misky 2022-2026 Shared on X #amwriting @bushboywhotweet and @DAntion
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Ten Things of Thankful
An interesting week that ended with all is well. 1) I am thankful for quick meals. A Spanish tortilla of onion and potato, and a lot of eggs. ¡Esto está delicioso! It’s difficult to see from the photo, but it’s about 2″ high. 2) All of the tomato seedlings are now proper plants, and growing…
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1803: Everywhere Poems
Of Light and Dark (two versions of the same thought) I.All these yearspressed into my chest,and still, I want to bloom. Still,I turn toward brightness,to seewhat the sun makes visible. Still,I reach for laughter, not as it was,but as something that knows me. II.Yearslaid like stoneacross a chest, still,something under itrefuses burial. I will bloomthrough…
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1706: dVerse Quadrille
Mythic An old woman tells a storywhile rain taps the window. The children lean in closer. The wolf is gone, she says,though the forest remains. The facts have long sincevanished, but the myth remains —sitting by the firewarming his furry paws. Written for dVerse Quadrille “myth” 44-words sans title. Some images created with Midjourney; all…
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1706: Everywhere Poems
Witness A blue vein ran throughmy grandmother’s hand, blue as a horizon. As a childI’d glance awayfrom its small tentacle and look insteadinto her eyes, which on Mondaywere green and by Fridaywere blue. Dad’s eyeswere like that. Mum would jokethey were evil and he’d glance upand grin. My eyes are brown. Except when they’re green.Green…
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1606: Brigid’s Diary – A Six
Part 13, Brigid’s Diary: The Abbey of Saint-Roman Beaucaire, July 1836, Camouflage The Beaucaire Fair moved like the Rhône in flood, bodies and bargains braiding into one slow current, and Felreil folding his foreignness into the merchants’ black coats and polished leather while quick fingers rehearsed their small rebellions at the height of a purse.…
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1506: Journal of Thoughts
Yellow Prophet This branchholds him long enough to sing.He ignites the air with brightness —a promise.A practice. Even the leaveslean in. Written for Sadje’s What Do You See #345. Image credit; Mark Olsen. Poem ©Misky 2006-2026.
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1506: The Liturgy
Part 13: Liturgy for the Beaucaire Fair(for those who buy and those who are bought) I. The Commerce of CrowdsThe fairground swallows them whole.Brigid and Felreil, two more bodiesin the great migration of need and greed. Trestle tables groan under linen and lace,under knives that promise to never dull,under potions that promise to never fail.Merchants…
