Category: PA
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AprPAD: 5 April
for Visual Verse Every time we drive over this flyover I say the same thing. You see, I was born here, well down there actually, in my parent’s bedroom although my auntie claims I was born in the bathtub. And a bit short of a year, I took my first steps down there. Fell down…
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AprPAD: 4 April
Day 4 PA: “Wish” War Reflections on the St. Stephen’s College Massacre In a corner of the old church yard, next to that tombstone that’s drifting deep into damp peat, there’s a small plaque beside the Yew tree remembering a child killed in Hong Kong on Christmas Day 1941. I wish him God’s speed and…
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AprPAD: 3 April
Following On Washed and refilled the birdbath today. Chaffinch arrived. Took a drink. Bathed. Left behind a rose-coloured feather. Then crows. Three of them. Fighting. Water level dropped by half. Then a pigeon. Wings lifted for airing. A tidal splash flooding the tulips and emptied the birdbath. Another day unravelling. https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/614368794294550528/found-on-3-april/embed PA…
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AprPAD: 2 April
SPACES I. There’s a small space on my desk where a calendar sits. It takes up the whole year. II. There’s a space between my teeth that used to catch bits of meat so I became vegetarian. III. Move over. Give me some space, and let me grow, said the acorn to the oak. A…
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AprPAD: April 1
A Glimpse Over Yesterday for Poetic Asides Morning shines, despite all things that darken night. Last night’s splash of thunder and lightning’s lash of tongue. Puddles of rain and a pale breeze that spells of absence. Despite all things that darken night, the church bells ring to the swell of the sea, and wild garlic…
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Day 24
PA24: A Dialogue Poem I’d like to pick up a delivery, please. Order number (but I can’t recall it so I show her my phone with the SMS) Name? she asks. Yes, I say. (and then correct myself. I must pay closer attention) Which is difficult because there’s a baby. Howling. Its face is tomato…
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Day 24
The Trinket Shop in Old Jerusalem When my soul claps joy it’s for the bold brilliance of it all. Of prayer rugs and woven shawls and the frayed fringe knotted into crimson and turquoise, and gold knobs on miniature boxes with brass hinges, and look over there on the brass table, a wooden camel, its…
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Day 13
PA 13 Found Poetry from “The Book of Questions” by P Neruda. PA: a persona poem ©️ Misky 2019 It’s November Poem a Day month. These are 1st drafts
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Day 11
A Bite of Blind Cold (or the voice of wind) On a morning like this — with the northeast wind washing off glacial land and singing operatics as intense as a fever and screaming like a whore you’re more than a voice MQ 11 more than a voice and PA Day 10 “blank…
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Day 8
PA 08 the dog is dead buried under the hellebore that blooms soft pink at the end of winter. PA Day 8: a pet poem ©️ Misky 2019 It’s November Poem a Day month. These are 1st drafts
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