Category: Poetry
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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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Day 9
Of Common Place I come from a common mind where the human hand creates “things”, we embrace them — and name them. Purple lilacs that aren’t lilacs, they’re buddleia. Red geraniums that aren’t — they’re pelargoniums. Marigolds that aren’t; they’re tagetes asteraceae, but a rose by any other name is never as bright as Mexican…
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Day 7.1
Knee High Compression Socks mostly stripes some spots mostly those called compression keeps things moving keeps ankles from exploding mostly black a few blue two burgundy one greyish hue but mostly stripes and some spots. PA 07 An article of clothing ©️ Misky 2019 It’s November Poem a Day month. These are 1st…
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MQ 06: In the Beginning
In the Beginning This small child, sits like a ripening apple with her Tinkerbell face and kumquat mouth, and one day she’ll be keen on sardines with onion and chilli ketchup, and she’ll watch the sunny sky unfold its darkness, but for now, she’s future’s child, and there’s nothing in her face that suggests intellect…
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MQ 06
Somewhere Along the Snake River A few years ago, my sister and I were on a road trip through Idaho. She was driving, and we burned off miles reminiscing, mostly childhood stuff. And she said she remembered lots of things Mum and Dad said to her when she was a baby, long before she could…
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PA05 and dVerse
PA 05 A Crow’s Pleasure black crow with its patent leather shine, snagged a brown shrew on its cold hook grab. carried it off under fatal wings, carried it off on ragged winds. heard its final yip, its faded death call. waxen stiff its small wordless voice. up high, even higher, over a black slow…
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PA 04
PA 04: A Little Night Music The day that Dad brought home a bag of cherries, Mum shook her head and said, No. She had a headache. So Dad ate the cherries, as I watched. He emptied the bag by half, folded the top down twice, and carefully creased it tight with his thumbnail, just…
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for Twiglet 151
for Twiglet #151 “Block of Text“, Found poetry from “The Book of Questions” by Pablo Neruda. ©️ Misky 2019
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MQ 05 and dVerse
MQ 05.1: Gypsy Moon T’was cool and dry as ancient silk, and bright as a lunar pearl. Its light poured into rooms, disowning all it touched. That moon shined on like a new religion, keeper of all I knew. By day it tucked away sheltered in my bed. MQ 05.2 We disappointed him. He…
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