Category: Journal
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0906: Journal of Thoughts
The Hand Is Enough A hand of sweet scents.A posy.Pearly pink. Silly girl,you’re dreaming. The hand is enough. A kindnesswithout witness. A giftwithout debt — and she rolled overand dreamtshe wasasleep. Written for What Do You See #344. Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.
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0606: Journal of SenHai
Senryuold branch, new blossomsthe tree never complainsabout starting over Haikucherry blossoms glowalong the dark and patient branchspring borrows the light Written for SenHai #55 Image from Unsplash.
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0606: Everywhere Poems
30 May: An Everywhere Poem: On Paper The postman arrives withmore origami,shopping lists, and a thousand other usesfor junk mail. Mum saved grocery bagsback before everything went plastic, then paper again. We wrapped parcels in them. No sticky tape. Only string. The paper reused. Life is made of reused words. To crumple,to fold,to toss aside.…
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0506: Everywhere Poems
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. 26 May: A Kitchen Window Poem It’s 36°C, and I have winter on my mind. Cold driven deep into stone.Winter’s heart.Air sharp as glass. The kind of…
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0406: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: Expectations while other girlsmade daisy chains, I dropped a hookwith a wormin a puddle and expected a fish. I’ve never been afraidof worms. 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…
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0206: Everywhere Poems
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. A Kitchen Window Poem there’s a birdin the birdbath, wings emptyingthe bowl, rain fallingthrough the trees. A grey squirrelcrosses the fence, its taila thickened brush — annoyed…
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30.05: Journal of SenHai
Journey’s End Senryuthe voyage endednow the currents ask the wreckwhich way they should turn Haikugreen tides cross the wreckwaves recall what wood forgotthe sea writes anew Written for SenHai Saturday #54. ©Misky 2006-2026. The image is an aerial view of waves crashing over a submerged shipwreck at sea. The water shows us varying hues of…
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30.05: Journal of Thoughts
Stream of Consciousness: Blackfriars Station Southbound I listen to the steadiness of train tracks. It’s an older song now, replaced by long steel rails humming with boredom. The conductor scans the code on my ticket, mumbles something, walks on. Summer gathering on the verges. Spring was only a skipped heartbeat. Wild rhododendrons blooming pink as…
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27 May: Journal of Thoughts
There are songs in my feet. I turnthrough the kitchen, waltz morningonto its toes. Sunlightclimbs the trees,green wakingleaf by leaf. No audience, only the kettle,the floorboards, and this small happinessmoving through mewithout permission. Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is authentically my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.
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25 May: Journal of Thoughts
Train Window Poems (a stream of consciousness poem) Four, I suppose. Curly hair,dark as loam. ‘for mange gamle mennesker’,he says to his mother. Too many old people. She kisses the top of his head. He has no ideaI speak Danish too. I smile.Wink. He stares. What does a child thinkwhen his assumptions fail? May yours…
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