Category: Journal
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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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21 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It (a haibun) How did these things receive such absolute names. Adam. Eve. Eden. My mother was always naming things. She would say “Wear the bee dress,” I was stung by a wasp whilst wear it. She had secret names for things, too. Whipper-snapper was…
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19 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week (Loire Valley) The I In It Look at the colours, he says. And summer has leathered the landscape, sugar beets pulled from the soil, and we drive through kilometres of wind turbines turning slow and lazy. The colours could fuel a fire. Sing choirs of sparrows in the…
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9 September: A Memory
Grandmother Her hair turned a snowy tint,but in her eyes was a lookdawn gives to blue flowers. Today, I’ll have sweet milky teaand rolls with jam and cheese,and I will remember her … Happy birthday, Grandmother.
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8 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The O In Moon A Pearl of a Moon I dreamt I heldreigns on the sky,on that pearl of the moonand its back-lit sky. I dreamt nightwas black and white keys,like the feathersin a magpie’s song. And I dreamt musiccame from a faraway staras it slid cold through…
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7 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The Y In Fly A Meadow of Stars Tell me aboutthe atoms that your wings sharewith the windwith the starsand sunand moon,and tell me aboutwhen you fly in wider and widercircles across the sky … are you my speck of lighta meadow of starsin another world. Some artwork…
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