Category: Journal
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0811: Journal of SenHai
Senryuin an open palmthe oldest thing in the worldstill asks to be held Haikufern upon a handthe forest lays down one leafand keeps all its green Senryumy hand answeringthe fern curls its green questioninto my still palm Haikuone frond in silencespeaks of green discoveryin the depths of leaves ©Misky 2006-2026. Written for Susi’s SenHai Saturday…
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29.10: Everywhere Poems
The Birdbath… …is blue-glazed porcelain,with a fat grey pigeon sitting in it. He does not bathe.He occupies. Another pigeon arrives and stands on the rim,waiting,good manners to prevail. They do not.The grey pigeon sits. So the newcomer pecks him on the head,sends him flapping to the fence, where he watches another pigeon arrive,and observesthe rules…
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24.10: Everywhere Poems
Periphery The world rarely arrives whole.A horn.Tyres on wet tarmac.A crow.Heat lifting from stone.The rest,we quietly build. 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, some are not; all writing…
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23.10: Everywhere Poems
Where the Tide Has Gone I. The wind sings,weathering ribs of wood,shadows comb their fingersthrough the sand. Beyond, the sea lieswhisper-flat and silver, as though the moon has drawn itfrom the land. II. These old posts keepvigil at the shoreline,holding memoriesof every vanished tide, and somewherepast the quiet rim of evening,water waitsfor heaven to turnthe…
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21.10: Everywhere Poems
21.10.26 morning hedgea blackbird lifts with a twigtoo heavy for it.it drops, then gathers it again,as if the nest is forever all. 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;…
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07.10: A Response Poem
This poem is in response to a Six Sentence Story, Untimely Utterances Part X, written by Nick/Spira. The line of response is: Life & death are the same breath drawn twice. Recurrence a star draws breathin fire,in ash, exhaleswhat fire takes in, again. a first page openswhere the last one closed, dawn lifts the light,evening…
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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…
