Category: music
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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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26 May: Six Sentence Story
The Accent of Exile Brigid’s Diary: Part 11.2, Avignon, Spring 1836 I crushed a sprig of tansy between my fingers when the fishmonger’s voice split the morning, “Hear her English accent; she stirs rebellion,” and a bitter, cold metal scent spooled in me like warning smoke. The market thinned into silence so quickly it felt…
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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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23 May: Journal of SenHai
Unreasonable Arguments Senryustorm after stormthe sea still convincedthe rocks will apologise Haikuwaves split on black stoneeven the storm pausesbefore those pillars Written for SenHai Saturday. Image by Andrei R. Popescu on Unsplash. ©Misky 2006-2026.
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23 May: 101 Word Palindrome
A Poet’s Mythology in 101 Words a crowkicks asidesummer clouds and divesinto the sky. wingshung by wind,touched by landscape. I am twelve, drawing crow sigilson my arm, my ink-black wing,a piercingfor the dark branchof my heart, conqueredby a crowthat desires speech. that was my childhood: my handsinside black nestsfull of pointed beaks, liftinga featherless nestlingback…
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22 May: Journal of Thoughts
Tuesday: The Undoing of Next Door wind tugsat the beech leaves, rain in curtainsracing up the street. the scaffolding drips. workmen —hoods up,yellow rain gear. the scaffoldingunbolted,stacked in the van, disassembledin minutes. Carolunder an umbrella, a tray balancedin her other hand. time for tea. the workmen shelterin the warmthof the van. job done. Some images…
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20 May: Stream of Consciousness
A Stream of Consciousness on a Tuesday Afternoon Rain arrived exactly on cue today,like a polite actor entering stage left at the BBC’s command —three o’clock,said the weatherman,and at three o’clock the sky obliged for precisely five minutes,just enough to silver the windows,just enough to make the world smell briefly of wet pavement and leaves,just…
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19 May: dVerse Ekphrastics
Bride with a Fan She is made of hush —blue air, white petals,a face turned inwardas though listeningfor the vow before it is spoken. The veil does not hide her;it teaches light to soften.Even her silence seems paintedwith a tremor of winter sky. In her hand, the fan openslike a small, private weather,something between a…
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