Category: Journal
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30.09: dVerse Haibun
Reflections on Sight and Shadows Not yet, but nearly. “In the sunlight we are all blind,” she says. Winter sun lies low, barely touching the alley, missing the cat, the rat, the chase. She tilts her head; her ears lean into the wind as it troubles the fence slats and moves through them with a…
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2609: Everywhere Poems
Cladoptosis it draws itself inside from out, the oak sheds a limb beside the greenhouse. Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a starting point and follow wherever attention leads. It’s — go for a walk and see where you end up. Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is my own original work.©Misky…
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1109: Everywhere Poems
6 Sept ’26: A Week of Everywhere Poems I.“they’re called flittermouse,”I tell him, as two batsplay with twilight. II.he eats an applethat the wind knockedfrom the tree. one footrests on a step, the other legspans four. III.sunset caughtin a cloudracing against the clocktoward France. IV.the windows opento the white sound of windthe lawn finds greenagainslowly.…
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1009: Everywhere Poems
Where Heat Takes You the air sits stitched with thunder,heat flat and still, and I half-remembermy mother’s face,young andlong ago, gentleas a rocking chair creaking. Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a starting point and follow wherever attention leads. It’s — go for a walk and see where you end up. Some images…
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0909: Everywhere Poems
Free tried once.fell off. slowly. slid like animation.like marmaladeoff hot toast. dented myselfa bit on August-dry clay. soot-black eyeand a sprained wrist. the horse and I,we walked back to the stables. I fed him windfall applesbruised with bee stings. talked about howi’d remember this dayfor the rest of my life. i love to watch horses…
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0509: Everywhere Poems
I.his feet are on the coffee table,arms crossed,glasses inches down his nose. I never noticed thatBirkenstockshave squiggles on the soles. ah rain. and thunder. II.never rake leaveswhen the wind is blowing. the pigeonis standing in the birdbathdemanding water. III.saturday.rain. steadyand soft dripping from the gutter. ‘money on which plant revives first?’ I say.he shrugs, ‘fiver…
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0209: Journal of Thoughts
If There Were No Love if there were no loveI would still let summer’s last secretfind my face. just for the love of it to watch the lift and fallof leaves giving themselvesto the breeze, and if I believethey are hope,then they are. I once knew a manwho said, “I will die in a countrywhere…
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2908: Journal of Thoughts
Pygmalion it is a quiet,deliberate working: the moment you open your mouth,someone begins decidingwhat you are worth. Londoner.east end.cockney.midlands.northern. foreigner. a life reducedto the shape of a vowel,as though birthplacewere evidence,as though the mouthcould confess a classbefore the hearthas said a word. it is a flimsy mechanism,yet it survives. audible,inherited,almost polite. and so easilywe mistake…
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2408: Journal of Thoughts
From a Sea-Salted Dock We wore black.Wore our pearlsand affection, spoke in whispered wordsthat left us tongue-tied. The sky watched, tasted our tears,and stirred our petrichor, calm-scentedour grey-fringed hair. We stood on a sea-salted dock,and released his ashesto the airon the coldest day February had ever seen. Fishing boats iced and rocking,frayed sails wind-stiff,and slapping…
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2208: Journal of SenHai
The Overview Effect I.all our little warsEarth hangs blue in the darknessof cold indifference. grey moon, ancient cold,a blue world caught like amber,somewhere it is spring II.Grey stone, endless dustthen that blue, rising, unmaskeda gift we did not earn Monochrome holds stilla blue arc breaks the silencethe void almost blinks Senryu and Haiku poems ©Misky…
