Category: Journal
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23.12: Journal of Thoughts
The Gift Economy We are not measured by balance sheets,a favour owed, a debt now cleared.The soul keeps no such ledger. We are measured by the cup of watergiven to the rootless seed,by the shelter built for a stranger’s storm,by the word spoken into a silencethat might never answer back. Love, like poetry, is a…
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0401: A Heightened Pass Through the Current
We’re talking Venezuela;it’s coup dressed up as civics,steam lifting words from our mouths like ghoststhat won’t vote,and I am a bubble in the jacuzzi,a brief republic of air, spinning its borders open and shut. “Wasn’t it flat feet that spared Einstein the uniform,” I say, and facts being facts, statements pretending not to ask permission,…
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31.12: To You All
Happy New Year and my very best wishes to you all. — Marilyn (Misky) 🜄 Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI. Poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2026.
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23.12: Journal of Thoughts
A Stream of Consciousness from Colombia …mantequilla — it’s a small packet that might be butter — it’s probably butter; it’s in a basket next to the bread rolls. Marmite is a long shot. Salsa, not such a long shot. ¡Buenos días! He asks if I want eggs. Two. ¿Medio? I will take them how…
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7.12: Journal of Thoughts
Senryuwe tried to frame itbut the ivy had its sayand rewrote the edge Haikuwhite wood disappearsin the hush of climbing leavestime paints with silence Written for Saturday SenHai image prompt #29. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI. Poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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4.12 Journal of Thoughts
Borough Market, 15:47 She stands all edgeagainst the London damp—layers, scarf,a green apron snappingin sponge-wet wind. Her hands, in fingerless gloves,move like blessingsover wheels of gold. Winter’s bitesettles into my own bones;it gnaws at seller and buyer alike.Cold makes no distinction.Empathy is born there:not pity from warmth,but the fact of the same wind. I buy…
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1 Dec: Journal of Thoughts
Senryua flash of silverminnows argue like old menalways over nought. Haikuwhite sand, shifting light,a prayer of small silver fish.the deep blue answers. Senryuthey scatter like thoughtstoo many to name or holdbut still, I listen Haikusilver threads of lightweave through silence and shadow—a school drifts deeper Written for SenHai Saturday, #28 Poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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23.11: Ananda (a sculpture)
Ananda (a sculpture) Circle and study the negative spaces, feel the energy, intention, … the simplicity (is simplicity not the highest form of mastery?). It is called “Ananda” (meaning bliss, rapture). I will never see this sculpture in person, but I’ve seen photographs of it from various angles. I gasped when I say it the…
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20.11: Journal of Thoughts
The Truth about Grey (Accentual Verse) This is no cleansingcold of the year.This is winter’s rot,and rain that dulls. The air tastes sourwith giving-up things;death’s slow handlaid on the shoulder. Colour drains out:stone’s grey remains,black bark dripping,green worn to bruise. Even the lightis tired cloth,a faded sheetthrown over days. This is Bleak.I breathe it in.I…
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15.11: Journal of Thoughts
Senryu we left the lights onas if love might lose its wayin all that silence Haiku fir trees heavy-limbed,footsteps vanish into duskone warm room remains Written for SenHai Saturday. Poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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