Category: PA
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Poetic Asides: A Hunt
An Unintentional Return to Loam Once, while taking the dog for a walk, who prefers jumping from one muddysquidge to another, never walking as allother dogs around us did, I came upon a troop of mushrooms,perhaps twenty, or perhaps more,closed cap, gills hidden, and although I was tempted beyond all prudent caution,I left them –…
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AprPAD: Day 28
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616630366389829632/found-on-28-april/embed for PA past or future A Conversation with Great-Grandma I was not much more than 7. I’d sit on her bed, she in her chair. She’d tell me stories of when … . . . when the cow died, she said, and then, mid-sentence, she’d pinch another grey whisker between her thumb and index…
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AprPAD: Day 26
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616450132471365632/found-on-26-april/embed As Changeable as Monday Spring sunshine and then a hard frost. A seasonal split. Green shoots perish in the night, running toward life with arms up, sleeveless and gloved, and embalmed in dry rainless gutters. It’s such a cruel thing, sudden change. It must feel like hell. Flower delivery today for my neighbour whose…
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AprPAD: Day 25
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616373852284518400/found-on-25-april/embed Writing After James Schuyler’s “Hymn to Life” – He and I in a Square I watch the day go by through the kitchen window. A yellow car drives by as I wash the breakfast dishes. I keep walking by things that need doing. Clean the cooker grates, I tell myself, and then I…
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AprPAD: Day 24
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616272742202884096/found-at-24-april/embed for Napowrimo Day 24: fruit This was supposed to be about fruit. It took off in a direction that I hadn’t intended. Sometimes, reality just refuses to be prompted. Being a Rat Chatcher is an Honourable Profession The poncy Bichon next door has decided to be a dog again. For a while there, it…
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AprPAD: Day 23
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616185184721715200/found-on-23-april/embed PA Day 23: “Social (blank)”. Social Isolation and Weird Dreams about Wales look at these veins laced along my legs, a juicy damson colour. hold fast my heart; I am airborne on faithless wings of dreams, and the weather’s turning into a wringing storm. thunder drums, and wind’s bugle blows. nightfall stirs dreams…
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AprPAD: Day 22
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616105787445723136/found-on-22-april/embed for PA Quirky Eye Eye That left eye that droops a little bit more every year, the one with the spotty centre vision. Damn is the definition. for Napowrimo Day 22: Use an idiom Les carottes sont cuites! (The Carrots Are Cooked) Those winter months, always a surprise. How light scatters through the…
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AprPAD: Day 21
Tabula Rasa There was a word in my head for all of this. Sunrise that greets another day. A farewell to night and sleeplessness. A dog dreaming in the sun. Dust rising, falling in the wake of your moods like flushed pink apple blossoms almost drowning. for dVerse Quadrille 102 Flush https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616005135045410816/found-on-21-april/embed NaPoWriMo Day 21:…
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AprPAD: Day 20
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615907648173408256/found-on-20-april/embed NaPoWriMo Day 20: write about a handmade gift That’s the Size of It On the wall is a piece of paper. The grandkids traced their hands. Ethan and Emma’s hands are the same size. Luisa’s hand is smaller than Emma’s thumb. Nico wasn’t in the picture yet. That was 2-years ago. I need…
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AprPAD: Day 19
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615827293974216704/found-on-19-april/embed A Poem Starting with A Line from John Prine Song It’s half an inch of water, and you think you’re gonna drown. That’s what happened when I mistook your bump for an embrace. In the future, I self-resolve to keep a self-distance, leaving me howling-lonely, like a light fixture without its bulb.…
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