Category: Journal
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1 August: A Cherita Poem, Napoleon’s Face
A Cherita Poem: Napoleon’s Face I saw Napoleon’s face today. A statue. Stone blackas any onyx starless night. Eyes closed to us.A sign read, Do Not Touch.No need. I knew he’d be cold. Written for Paul’s Wombwell Rainbow #poeticFormsChallenge . A cherita consists of a single stanza of a one-line verse, followed by a two-line verse, and then…
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30 July: The July Journal 18.7.23
18 July: Severe Heat Warning (130 words, -1 minute reading time) Cannes streets empty.Prismed heat and shards of sun. Power failures.No aircon.No hot water A cold shower is luxury. We left Cannes that afternoon,thinking north might be cooler.But it’s not. SatNav has heatstroke.Did 4 wrong turns.Put us on the tram tracks,and then in the bus…
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27 July: Climbing Frames
14 July: Climbing Frames Last day in Milan.It’s raining.He wants to go to the parkand doesn’t care if it’s wetting down. He’s a 3-year old pirate,standing on the top of the climbing frame,shouting over the shrillnessof cicadas. My son’s beautiful boy. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the…
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26 July: The July Journal 13.7.23
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24 July: The July Journal 12.7.23
Over the Alps 12 July: Across the Alps Chamonix & Mont Blanc Châtillon churches,tall steeplesand pointy roofs,grey stonethe colour of mid-February,and you hum Ave Mariawithout realising. Image taken with iPhone 14 Pro ©Misky 2023
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22 July: The July Journal
Thoughts on Wind Drying Laundry 22.7.23 Thoughts on Wind When Drying Laundry Summer wind is slow and patient. Like old age.It comes at you in waves. Through small spaces and dark cavities,around stones, and ringing silenced thoughts. It lifts and turns,such a frisky dance. It’s a simple wisdom,like an unfinished sentence that ©Misky 2023
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22 July: The July Journal 10.7.23
10 July: We’re Off on a 3-week Driving Holiday from UK to Italy and Southern France. I.the last dream of the night,it’s a sparrow’s song,it’s a small flower,a sliver of sun shining across the floor.and I smell coffee. II.Your car’s lost its roof, says a small boy.Do you think it’s a fast car, asks his…
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9 July: Four Days Away
9 July (Home Again)moss is growing on the roof,my fingers are stainedwith the scent of berries,and the laundry is dryingoutside in the rain. 7 July (Traffic on the M4)The road is wetbut still warm to the core,a long-haul driver sitsdrowsy, tyres humming.The day strums andthe night’s dream-haunted,a vagrant’s song is in his head.And the road…
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20 March: An A.I. Gallery for Cecilia
Cecilia ( @ceciliagunther ) and I have slipped in and out of each other’s blogs since November 2011. I have great admiration for her give-it-a-go attitude, her self-sufficiency and aim toward a sustainable lifestyle on her organic farm. She expressed an interest in A.I. digital artwork recently, and I’ve created this gallery of A.I. images from two photos…
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15 March: dVerse Places
The Coast That sound from the lighthouse,a primitive one-string cello,bent low and playing to the fog.The waves, whose chorusdissolves back into the sea. I was raised by the sea, lived andbreathed by its sound and scent. Rocked to sleep in a metal dingywith a big black Mercury engine.That engine, diesel fumedand bluing the air —…
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