Category: Journal
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9 Jan: Journal of Thoughts
Four Days of a Hawk in Woburn Forest On Monday,a falcon took a pigeonwho was lostin its own little snowstorm. On Tuesday,we discovered the falconwas a hawk. On Wednesday,the hawk fell fast on a rat,its eye and tooth and bonequenched no appetite. On Thursday,the hawk swung a single arc,and straddled a happy little rabbiton the…
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12 Dec: The Relevance
The Relevance The sun light,it’s like yellow roses. A sky blue peepshow between clouds that spring and foam. Dad’s painting seascapes again.He keeps a wandering eyeon my sister and I. We walk the beach.Looking down. Beachcombing. I’m always on the move, I’m told,for fear of calcifying, Dad says. One day I’ll look up that wordso…
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6 Dec: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Poem that’s Not about Dave’s Knickers although that’s the way it started and so the song begins. we sing,as the piano tumbles noteslike confetti that pops on one’s tongue.we climb the notes,a confection for pretty tones falling as we rise and rise up,our voices high as a storm-boundballoon, and we are waiting for our turnto…
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2 Dec: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week (a haibun) The I In It I started the morning with rain, yesterday’s coffee, two line couplets (which means 4 lines), a haiku sans nature, listened to Beethoven’s 7 and 8 as loud as the neighbour’s could tolerate, discovered 2 errors in the publisher’s proof, thought the haiku…
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5 Nov: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week (In response to a poem from the Divan-e Shams-e Tabrizi Collection by RumiI’ve No Time for Small Talk I grow older by the day.I haven’t time for small talk.So tell me about … what stirs your heart,energy,mortality,the moon,stars,death, sex,magic,mystery,intellect,lost moments of opportunity,the lies you’ve told, your flaws,your favourite…
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28 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Yesterday
Saturday: A Cadralor Poem I.Blue poured into the weekas if it was summer.For a day, maybe two. II.The shoewent on the other foot:it rained all week. III.North’s door is opento birds leaving,and leaves falling. IV.Bird strike on the window.A completed cycle.It’s journey ahead. V.I called her mineand stroked her head.I must be home, she said.…
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28 Sept: Journal of Thoughts
A Journal of Recent Thoughts A Look Over My Shoulder There’s the blessing.The beatitude.The polite old ones spill from the church,gather for a chat, shake hands.Then tea and biscuits on the white linen tables. I’m in the rectory, pouring over old records,births and deaths,who is and who isn’tburied in sacred ground.In uneven mud and bitten…
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27 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Yesterday
A Journal of Thoughts from Yesterday The E In Leaves Late summer and the light blends with the shadows below trees now sparse of leaves. Spiderwebs reach between bushes, they catch the fog, and the fields are quiet. As a girl, I loved this time of year, the last aging throws seem too close for…
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25 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week To Saint-Malo: A Phoenix’s Breath Peace.For peace. For rest,to set all those souls to ease.Peace at twilight whenthe wind has died,and the Bay of Saint-Maloopens wide to a pale lowly sky. North, East, South, West,and the soil in and all between.Levelled. Burnt. By eighty-percent,and there by man ……
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22 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It Twilight has a voice of indifference. Not at all like dawn which is full bodied air, chirping and touching everything, and waving a red flag as if reclaiming its roots. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the…
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