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2506: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: The Childhood Rituals of Cake Batter I wake in the middleof a dream. Something about clay.Or maybeit was cake batter. Mum always let me lickcake batterfrom the mixer beaters. Unless my little sisterwas nearby, then we had to share. Like our clothes, my sister and Idressed in the same fabric. Mum sewed.…
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2406: Six Sentence Story
Clam Chowder Summer heatwave; you’ve fallen asleep with The Telegraph spread across your knees. I remember our second date: we spoke of death, a girlfriend, a fire, a club with locked exits; only those who’d paid went in. Most of them didn’t, you paused, and I finished the sentence. It was that time of year…
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2406: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: Same as It Always Is I’m a child among green,leaves,grass,and Queen Anne’s lace. Take a load off your mind,child,says the forest. A man nods.His dog shuffles upa layer of leaves. I’ve never seena nose so happy. Mist freedfrom a damp cloth sky.It was sunny the other day.Fish-and-chip weatherand battling gulls. But that…
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2306: Brigid’s Diary – A Six
Part 14, Brigid’s Diary: Winter, 1836 – 1841, Cagnes-sur-Mer, France Where Waiting Is Believing The arbours are vine-brittle skeletons touched with ice; terracotta pots lay shattered by winter’s slow fist, and even the small grey angels above the door have surrendered to grimaces. For these five years, we’ve lived in a stone cottage adjoining the…
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2306: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: A View Through Vaseline Lilac blooms ‘tweensteel rails, click and plink,luggage sways in the aisle, his shoes relax at angleson the seat opposite.I glance away from the sign “No feet on seats”. Scented air:Perfumedsour sweatand coffee. Cantonese;French;Arabic. Station announcement in English. A woman nods off.Jerks awake. Mid June is juicy green,ivy on…
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2006: Journal of Thoughts
Fingering Morning arrivedwithout the insistenceof a sharp bell, only breeze through windows, fingering the pleatsof the curtain, breathingas if the house itselfhad decided to wake slowly. The alarmforgot its duty and I,for once,agreed. Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is authentically my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.
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2006: Journal of SenHai
The Drunk Philosopher Returns Senryu (2)the cliffs watch the wavesargue with the beach each dayand call it weather or maybe: sea cliffs watch the wavesargue with the beach each daysame old marriage Haikubroad shoulder sea cliffseach wave arrives convincedit is the first Written for Susi’s SenHai Saturday #57 Photo by Kellen Riggin on Unsplash Song: Wild Woman by Calum Graham . Not…
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2006: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: In a Highly Refrigerated Shopping Centre they’ve given it a name.a heat dome. as though we can’t feelthat it’s hot. some things are simple. Heat.It’s hot.Simple. mounting a stoolin a restaurant is not one of them. ‘…is that booth taken?I’m moving,if it’s okay with you. If I fall off this stool,it’ll put…
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1906: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: Rain-Streaked downcast.soddenas a pouting toddler. I shake the rainfrom the peonies — icy pinkand dejected. he texts:did you hear that? yes,I reply, it’s thunder. I grab my phone, snap a photoof thunder. switch to video and waitfor the next flashof lightning. we’ve lost power. same as it will besame as everywhere Everywhere…
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1803: Everywhere Poems
Of Light and Dark (two versions of the same thought) I.All these yearspressed into my chest,and still, I want to bloom. Still,I turn toward brightness,to seewhat the sun makes visible. Still,I reach for laughter, not as it was,but as something that knows me. II.Yearslaid like stoneacross a chest, still,something under itrefuses burial. I will bloomthrough…
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