Category: GoDogGoCafe
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Q5: In and Out of an Imaginary Dream
IN AND OUT OF AN IMAGINARY DREAM A dream.And I wake with a pebble of an idealodged in my brain that there was a tablewith me on one side and on the otherthe unborn and dead. My babies lostbefore term, grandparents, my parents, a husband,three dogs, and that seagull that hitthe window like a stone.…
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Day 5: A Book Called Tastes Like War for GoDogGo Café
TASTES LIKE WAR …assuming war is tartar sauce Signed up and off he went to some place, who knows. I was in high school, always bought myself fries with tartar sauce for the walk home. Can’t eat tartar sauce without thinking of him.
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Day 4: A Book Called “Crying in H Mart”
CRYING IN H MART … and assuming crying’s not a laugh, Love can happen in a hyper-market. There with the waxed juiceless limes, and the fish shimmering like paint, and the brined and rotting eggs with their shells cracked and dyed in tea, and a girl’s tears dropping like heavy pearls when he asks her…
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Day 3: The Book of “Playlists for the Apocalypse” for GoDogGo Café
PLAYLISTS FOR THE APOCALYPSE or when there’s salt stirred into your tea Gimme shelter from undead,and their reanimated insects.From ash-heaped histories,and your bad moons rising, from the subterranean bluesdripping off your shoulders,from the holy water in your iron,& bubblegum stuck in my hair. But here’s the script. …
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Day 2: The Book of “Chasing Me To My Grave” for GoDogGo Café
January 2022 It’s Not Time … chasing me to my grave, after all, my mother lived to 94, and my grandmother to 100. It’s the inevitable sadness should I outlive …
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Day 1: The Book of Difficult Fruit for GoDogGo Café
1 January 2022 It’s “The Book of Difficult Fruit” … assuming that fruit arefrightened children trying to understand howlove is the back of a hand. Day 1: The Title of Book is the Title of your poem today at Go Dog Go Café GoDOGGoCafe ©Misky 2021 Shared with #amwriting and #apoemaday #GreatReadsPromptChallenge ©Misky 2022 Shared on Twitter.
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for Go-Dog-Go-Café: #TW
TRIGGER WARNING: #TW, This Post Relates to Suicide EVEN WITHOUT YOU I was too late.You’d already made your wayout of this world, beyond sins and intoa deep thicket. Darknesstrampledyour edges. Did you ever find somewhereto land – maybe a void beyond here to there. I remember you said, The moon’s obviouslya boat – a rocking…
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Nothing To Do With Anything
A Haibun: Nothing To Do With Anything Our town’s name has nothing to do with anything, like almost everything around here. Like Cowfold, they don’t fold cows. Or Handcross. Or Wychcross. Bear Green never had a bear. Or Pease Pottage, although that’s an exception, the soil clags-up like peas porridge when it rains. But we…
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The Winter People
THE WINTER PEOPLE This is winter’s astrophe. We’re stuck in a black and white fogbreathing thin air, breathing in a writer’s ache on blank sheets of white paper. It’s a silent semaphorelanguage that reducesthe sun to a small white stone. It’s…
It's Still Life 