Category: Journal
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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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24 August: The Garden
Not everything in the garden is dead! All photos ©Misky 2022 Shared on Twitter
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26 July: They
They have returned to the limed white wallstumbling over with bougainvillaea,and sunlight brightas bare electric lights where nights are cold as a cellar floorand days are warmed bythe generous breathof honeyed trees and a girl’s hips and feetare born to the rhythmsof salsa and merenguesultry and spicy they are back homewhere the Andes throb with…
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23 July: Pot-of-Rice
21 July: a dog named pot-of-rice He can’t eat more chips becausehis skin is full, and when he gets a dog, he’ll call it pot-of-rice.he loves rice. She gathers stones on the beach. some to throw.some to talk to there’s sand between her toes. They cut paper into tiny pieces andpretend it’s raining. ©Misky 2022…
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22 July: July Diaries
20 July: Heat Wave He say he’s never seen mewith wet hair before. and the patio is too hotfor ants to walk on, and is it okay to step on them? She knocks on the bedroom door, and askswhen Nana and Farfar won’t be sick and says, please fix this boiling house. They they’re both…
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18 July: London Two Ways
17 July: London Two Ways (30ºC, and my flowers are dying) He is at the London Aquarium.hands-on and poking starfish. singing Baby Shark song says King Louie is biggerthan that shark She is at the matinee of Frozen.says it’s all wrong Elisa doesn’t have dark skin.and the singing is too loud. and she says Nana…
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15 July: Centerparcs Longleat 31°C
15 July: Centerparcs Longleat 31°C He threw his soft toy penguinin the swimming pool. swim, he shouts.his penguin sinks. it takes three days to dry a penguin. She whispers. every word.and tilts her headand smiles. one must choose to listen. They are crying. they don’t want to go home. why are we all sick and…
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