Category: Journal
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0204: Journal of Thoughts
My sister had three of them behind glass. They’d swim, stunned by their own beauty and grandeur, skimming through long blades of green. First they ate all the smaller fish in the tank, and then the three of them set upon each other until only one remained. And there he swam alone for nearly 15-years.…
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0104: Journal of Thoughts
The Leak The calendar hangs:boxes, numbers,the fiction of order. Minutes leak. Not quickly.That would be kindness. Through sleep.Through distraction.Through the body’s small betrayals. An afternoon lost in a chair.A word gone missing at the stair.Morning gonebefore the kettle cools. February: a sieve.March: a colander. To ageis to learnyou do not spend your hours.You lose them.…
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3003: Spring Journal
She Walks the Fair She walks the fair, a carousel’s brass musictugging at her sleeve, buys a daffodilfrom a man with kind hands, watches a child spinuntil the world goes loose. The scent of frying dough,cinnamon and sugar,the squeak of a wheel, a stranger’s laughthat sounds like her own. She carries a paper coneof warm…
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2803: Journal of SenHai
Senryustriped brushstrokes blendin the closeness of bodies,fear loses its shape Haikustriped bodies entwinethe plain hums with quiet watch,safer together Written for Saturday SenHai image prompt. Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is authentically my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.
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2803: Journal of Thoughts
“…to find the smallest fragment and silence all around it until its voice fills your ears…” — M. I.The Smallest Fragment First, find the shard,a cracked bell,a half-buried word. Then build silence around it. Wait.Do not reach.Let it remember itself. Now listen.It will not shout. It will humnot with what was lost,with what remains true.…
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Witnesses
a collection of moments: nothing grand or forced. just soft, slightly askew truths of ordinary days — witnessed 27 March 2026: 06:43 Two pigeons. A sharp rap to the skull,feathers drifting.Love’s old, foolish arithmetic. © MB 2026
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2603: Spring Thoughts
Blackthorn wearsits snow as spring,each blossoma small, white still. And the scent …oh, the scent sharp as grief,and sweet as memoryriding the same windthat carries the news. Some images are a collaboration with Midjourney; all writing is my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.
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2503: Spring Thoughts
Rain taps its small, persistent code: still here, still here, still here while the blanket pulls tighteraround myself. This is North returned asspring arrives on cold feet,learning to dance,and apologisingwith wet hands. Some images are a collaboration with Midjourney; all writing is my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.
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Witnesses
a collection of moments: nothing grand or forced. just soft, slightly askew truths of ordinary days — witnessed 24 March 2026: 07:05 Yes, this is the burdenYes, this is the blessing. To be the bridgebetween the blackbird’s throatand the world’s grey static. © MB 2026
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2303: Spring Thoughts
The light turned blade-sharpagainst winter’s grey throat.Low sun,warm enoughfor blessing hanging sheets. Tonight we’ll sleep like linen,wind-wrung and sweet. Some images are a collaboration with Midjourney; all writing is my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.
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