Category: Journal
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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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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: 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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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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1406: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: Sunday Afternoon Mr Whippyis in the neighbourhood. Pop Goes the Weaselechoes from red brick,through open windows. Ice cream weatherhas returned. The sun is shining again. The tune drifts on,turning corners,finding gardens, opening old summers. By the timeit fades, the street is sweeterthan before. Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a…
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1306: Journal of SenHai
Senryuthe puddle wins outevery grand adventure startswith dirty feet Haikuyoung elephant playsevery puddle is certainit is an ocean Written for Susi’s SenHai Saturday #56 ©Misky 2006-2026.
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1206: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: The Heatwave The neighbours assemble on Facebook.That house with no lawnmower.Number 41, someone says,with the dog.That barks. Dogs bark,another says. I’d like to complainabout feral cats — that comment isanonymous. The pink peonies are as big a soup bowls. Foxgloves toweringbeneath the apple trees. He sits with one leg crossed,scrolling Facebook,reading me…
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1106: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: A Waiting Wind scrubbing curry stainsfrom the kitchen sink, I remembered Flensburg. we stayed a week —waiting for wind. books.walks.the Baltic. Funny, how many thingsin lifewon’t move until something invisiblearrives. Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a starting point and follow wherever attention leads. It’s — go for a walk…
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1006: Journal of Thoughts
A Friend: Our Forty Year Stitch Forty years. We have worn groovesinto each other’s silences. Whole conversationsonce livedbetween cigarettes,coffee cups,the long turningof daylight. Now he slipstoward somewhere else, then surfaces againat the sound of my voice. I do not reachto hold him here. I sit beside the bed,straighten the blanket,pass him water. Outside,someone closes a…
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