Category: Journal
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22 June: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last WeekThe I In ItRoseI am a dark perfumed head of scarlet pouring out a rose it blooms once more budding done, its shadow lie at the sun’sfeetfire and honey, a moon falls and rises, in summer eyes I am a rose a crown rests in my flower-woundhair Some artwork…
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21 June: A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last WeekThe I In ItPassing Throughthose emotional days, an eternal gift let’s take a walk, he’d say – it was never about walking world, my world, what I lost. I was full of mourning we of complex ancestry, he’d say never lie because truth runs in our veinshe is gone…
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20 June: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In Iti have a dark core, runic with a green algal bloomand by definition I am an altered species straight from water, amphibious, water, water, silken. I am an electrical conduit. a chemical flaw. possibly ammonia. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified…
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18 June: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last WeekThe I In ItMercurial war is a suicide foundry.a belligerence. it is an aeon of fallen snowand a well gone dry.it is a mercurial flicker of sequins gone awry. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are…
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16 June: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last WeekThe I In It1.what is it, this ash, this catch in the eye, a black ozonal fleeting serpent on the window. what is it that catches my eye, this electrical root, psychic soot, my phantom illness has broken wisdom. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified…
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14 June: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week (revised)
A Journal of Thoughts from Last WeekThe I In It6.Disposable when I unlock my carbon, and become a disposable dark stochastic and go the way of that drachma I found on Brighton beach – next to that smouldering disposable barbecue, I will join the swallows and swifts at some ancient festival dedicated to airy grace…
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21 May: Contemplating Ones Backlight (revised)
Backlight I have a new notebook. It’s touched by an old pen’s ink. Letters close in fine neat lines, lip-worn odes and codes, and words of blinding aspire. And I desire that this pen always feel connected to paper. ©Misky 2006-2024
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17 May: Just A Few Thoughts
I. I cling to colours, serenity of sky blue,A scythe to shred clouds, and at nightI melt into dimness. Written for Three Line Poetry (Ink in Thirds) II.I can smell the sea. Eternity is in my heart, inheriting salt maybe. It is filling that drifting part of me. Written at the cottage Some artwork is created…
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14 May: A Downward Song
A Downward Song The downward wing of a dove,strange but not so strange what brings you here. Whose voice is sweetas rose and myrtle, andwhose spirit stills a forest. Are you to be gone from us,tender dove, into those silent ways. Of leaf on leaf, bright rain of nightto possess your gentle breath. May your…
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13 May: Every Journey Is a Story
Every Journey Is a Story Every journey is a story,and I say, You’re those fieldsof yellow mustard blossoms,but no matter where we are,you always say that I’m a tree. Every time just like the last,the years blur into the present,and I say I’ve always been this age,you laugh, say I wasn’t born withall that white…
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