Category: Poetry
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2808: dVerse Landscapes
Hay Brown this cruel heat that frames us,this persisting dry, return me to English summers, the scent of chlorophyll, and the sight of dew’s lustre. he longs to mow stripes againthrough grassgone hay-brown. this persisting dryis an old man’s cough. I remember the pink glowof the hydrangea, it filled the window,axed the sunof its heatfrom…
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2708: The Colour of Elsewhere
The Colour of Elsewhere — Poems from the Periphery An Afternoon in the Museum two mummified catsin a dust-free glass casesmudged with prints of childhood, and a right handin formaldehyde. I stand there staringat someone else’s hand, never mind that mineis equally miraculousand still attached, still warm, and I wonder how longthose two cats have…
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2608: Journal of Thoughts
Before the Bleaching mortality’s breathis in your salt-bleached bones whiteas inevitability something took you here a grip at the sinewed neckperhaps pressurewhere breath should pass the body knowswhen it is being ended the air may have smelledof metal the sky may have been blueor perhaps you blinkedagainst the rain none of thisis for the telling…
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2508: Protesting Quadrilles
Two Protesting Quadrilles I.she is one among a hundredsandaled feet,leather slappinglate-August streets. heat risesto regimented metre,chanting voices,summer-tanned skin. the street becomesa wilderness of protest,placards ticking,senses wiredto explosion. police draw a line.skin presses skin. paniccrosses it. II.she came with sandals,August skin,a placard.nothing more. then protest foundits marching metre: slap of leather,chant and answer,heat risingfrom a hundred…
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2508: Six Sentence Poem
They Left This morning four beeslay quietlyon the patio stones. not sleeping. the sunhad simply askedtoo much of them. I carried each oneto the shade, where lavenderstill remembersword for word,their names. I’d rather believethey’ve gone somewhere cooler,where foxglovesnever wilt, and cloverkeeps flowering. somewherewhere no beeneed choosebetween thirstand sunlight. Written for Denise’s Six Sentence Story Poetry…
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2408: Journal of Thoughts
From a Sea-Salted Dock We wore black.Wore our pearlsand affection, spoke in whispered wordsthat left us tongue-tied. The sky watched, tasted our tears,and stirred our petrichor, calm-scentedour grey-fringed hair. We stood on a sea-salted dock,and released his ashesto the airon the coldest day February had ever seen. Fishing boats iced and rocking,frayed sails wind-stiff,and slapping…
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A Six: The Law of Finders
This “Framed Poem” is written for Denise’s Six Sentence Story, Poetry Slam on 27 August I had been content to sit and listen as one poet after another stepped into the small pool of light, when the woman at the microphone looked directly at me, smiled as though we had already shared some confidence, and…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Old Woman’s Waffle Iron Predicts the Future The waffle iron arrivesthrift-shop-worn and hissing. Its hinges creak like gypsy’s bones,its non-stick grids etched with symbolsthat might be Nordic runes. The old woman pours batter, and the first prophecy bubbles up:“BEWARE THE 3RD TUESDAY OF NEXT WEEK.”She flips it, and squints:“Also, your cat is definitely plotting…
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2208: Journal of SenHai
The Overview Effect I.all our little warsEarth hangs blue in the darknessof cold indifference. grey moon, ancient cold,a blue world caught like amber,somewhere it is spring II.Grey stone, endless dustthen that blue, rising, unmaskeda gift we did not earn Monochrome holds stilla blue arc breaks the silencethe void almost blinks Senryu and Haiku poems ©Misky…
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2208: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem Tuesday:wind rushed the sparks. a snap,and combustionof sun-baked grass. it’s the scent of charreddried herbs.smoke bittingbright, and mineral dry. it’s to swallow upa dusty road —it’s a ghost coughlingering in the throat. sirenspluck at the airin two-tones. Friday:the fire has gonebefore I find it. only its mouthremains — black grass,the bitter greenof…
