Category: GoDogGoCafe
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18 June: A Haibun
A Time for Dreaming I’m doing that breathing thingy where you breathe into yourself, helps you sleep in this heat, which has traveled over half a dozen foreign tongues. This sort of heat could sink a boat. And right before I drop into deep sleep, I dream that I pull down the loft ladder, and…
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9 June: No Matter Your Stones
No Matter Your Stones No one tells you that Brighton beach isn’t sand, that it’s pebbled and rolls underfoot. If wading in surf is your pleasure, well, those pebbles will batter your toes and bruise your shins. The weak ankled are easy to spot, their arms flaying the air for balance, their knees wobbling about.…
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26 May: GoDogGo Haibun
Inside Himself He’s happy. The Lego piece fits. That piece, which sat waiting, abandoned at the corner of the table in that space which bears his invisible question mark, well that piece now fits into the whole of it. And then, Oh man! he says, as a small red block with one nipple falls off,…
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for Go Dog Go Cafe: A Haibun
Once upon a time, she didn’t look like she does. She’s old skin now. Once she had a jawline. A chin traceable with a finger. And all her teeth (two of which now belong to her credit card). She was wide-eyed, clear-headed, and bright as a split star. Both eyelids blinked at the same time,…
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23.03.22 dVerse Colours
Tea With Florence It wasn’t her real namebut if I had named her,her name would’ve been Florence. Her skin was as paleas proper writing paper.Paper from Florence, undoubtedly. We sat in her garden,the magnolia blossomshanging on a last heavy scent before spring pulledgreen out of its limbs,transforming it into a proper tree. Florence drank mint…
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Found Poetry from Bleak House
She Is Morning She is the morning,And the birds mistake her for it,But this worldIs an indifferent parentWithout a helping heart. Found poetry, remixed from Harold Skimpole’s conversation in Bleak House by C Dickens 1853 GoDogGo Cafe Book Title Challenge #10 Girl Decoded. image: WikiArt Little Girls in the Garden by Berthe Morisot, Date: 1885. Public Domain. ©Misky 2022…
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09.03.22 Haibun Wednesday
This Morning. I’ve left my coffee somewhere. Out in the garage I think. When I went to get some chicken thighs out of the freezer. The leeks in the fridge are a bit impoverished, so I’ll roast up the chicken thighs with leeks and peas. And white wine. For that I’ll need to raid Mister’s…
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06.03.22 GoDogGo Café Book Titles
WHEN GOD WAS A WOMAN I’m no philosopher. But . . . Darkness is unforgiving,and wars are arrogance. I’ve lived between book coversfor much of my life, and somemight say that’s not real living, as if living is only about dying, or blood isn’t blood unlessyou’re a woman, or a god,maybe a poet, or a…
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04.03.22 for GoDogGo Café
She Must Be Mad for “Other Voices – Other Rooms” #31 What madness edges its wayinto her reality.Causes unreasonable alarm,banging on windows,a geodesic short fuse . . . (Geeze, he says, it’s just a bloody pigeon) . . . birds pulling up her daffodils,still tight, unopened,…
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27.02.22: Ten Steps of Grief
Ten Steps of Grief I am small.Prodded by cactus.Peeled down to my lily white.Grief. Rocked and shut.Mental doomscrolling.Sleepless beyond recovery.Eyes of black and white.Light is a crime.Winter’s coldest stones.God marked her rose. Inspired by a prompt at GoDogGo Cafe on the topic of grief. The prompt required a haibun; I took it a different route. Image…
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