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3107: Dead Men Don’t Drown
Dead Men Don’t Drown: Epilogue A Six Mystery Every family spins a yarn and learns to live inside its shape, each retelling pulling the ends a little tighter… until someone starts bending the floorboards. My name is Fenella, and my story begins beside the sea, where salt settles into windowpanes and door hinges alike, preserving…
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3007: Dead Men Don’t Drown
Dead Men Don’t Drown A Liturgy for an Unraveller(for those who stop accepting the family yarn) I. The Thread That HoldsEvery family has a story,a yarn spun so long and so oftenit becomes indistinguishable from truth. It is the tale told at gatherings,the narrative that keeps the peaceby keeping certain doors closed. You were raised…
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1607: Six Sentence Story
Red Planet Every Saturday her mother wound damp strips of cotton through her long black hair, and by morning the curls sprang free, dark and shining, as though each had dreamed all night of dancing. She tied a bright red balloon to the end of her ponytail and stepped into the morning with it tugging…
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1307: Everywhere Poems
This poem is based on a morning of observing ants with my grandson Nico. Do Ants’ Eyes Narrow in the Wind Do ants stop, as I do,and listen to distant thunder roll. Do they lift their feetin snow,on hot sand, and do they dance. Do their eyes narrowin the wind. Do they knowcome July they’ll…
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1307: Everywhere Poems
Everywhere Poem: Forgotten Things The womanreturned homeafter circling half the world. The dandelion seedwas still waitingwhere she left it. 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 images created with Midjourney; all writing is…
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0807: Six Sentence List Poem
The Colour of Thunder a list poem of six sentences THE COLOUR OF THUNDER the colour of thunder isdaybreak,the blue shinein a crow’s feather. a boatwithout water,a skinned knee,sunburn. a preacherwithout a pulpit,the snapof a wet towel. the prickof a rose’s thorn. the blue noiseof a siren. we call itthunder. Previous Instalments – For the…
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0707: Everywhere Poems
NORTH afternoon heat.roses scent the air. suitcases openon the bed. these shoes.those shoes. socks.shorts.tops.passports. tomorrow,we escape north. 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 images created with Midjourney. ©Misky 2006-2026.
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0507: Six Sentence Poem
Two Six Sentence Poems: Thunder I. Thunder Thunder wilts through July’s green oak.Distance beyond distance.Sun-bleached blue.We renamed the cloudless sky Thunder.Its heat soaked into the flagstones.Then again, it rumbled —the long arm from a constellation. II. Thunder Cloudless all afternoon.Thunder somewhere beyond the hills. The flagstones giving backeverything the sun had taken. But no storm…
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0407: Journal of SenHai
Nature Never Apologises Senryuthe quiet hillsidesomeone had to say somethingin brilliant red Haikubefore the rain comesthe hillside lights its lanterns …scarlet aloe Written for Susi’s SenHai Saturday . Image from Unsplash. Poetry and prose ©Misky 2006-2026.
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0407: Violet’s Phraseology
A Persistent Syllable not overnight,not immediate,gradual,like a shadow’s slow wrap around a flagpole,like the tap’s persistent syllablecounting out moments. No more today, she says,and closes her book,as if a page holds a boundaryagainst the drip,the drift,the soft unravelof sight. Would you mind, love,chopping the onions?I don’t thinkI should. All the words we hear.All the sounds…
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