Category: Twiglets
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17 January: Returned Home
Winter’s Iron Maiden A return home to ice, sleet, and snow. Shoes squeak, breath folds and gasps. How still the air. The winter sky presses us under its iron maiden. Written for Twiglets “Returned Home”.
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24 Nov: Twiglet #306
Blotch Ink.That diseased stain.Scrawled prejudiceon stilts.High.Nose bleed high.An uncontrollablesubstancein the wrong hands. for Twiglet #306 “A Spatter of Ink” Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image created using AI Midjourney. ©Misky 2022
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30 Sept: On Dunmail Raise
On Dunmail Raise The wind on Dunmail Raise plays tricks on the ear. Can’t see him, but you can hear him. Up there on the hill, shouting at his dog. One man and his dog, and the wind carrying them both. And then you see them. White specks, a fleeting flock across the bare hill. […]
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5 August: Twiglet 290
On the Hottest Day of the Year It’s round as a melonor my shoulders.Feels ancient in my hands.Long enduring as that winterfour years ago.A snowball –we keep it in the freezer.Strong as a rock andlight as wind through a dream.And we take it out, and oooooh and ahhhh over it,like I said,on the hottest day […]
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30 July: for Twiglet #289
This Heat …. is the start of a slide.Those low notes of rain, like railcars rusting on the sidings. Forgottencurse of ever earlier dusk. Lights on,drapes pulled. Wet-dog smellsoaked in the weave. Our appetiteswant for thickand fat puddings. One that holds a spoon erect. Autumn is a lean-faced woman,raking leaves leaves and leaves as the […]
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30 June: An Uneven Time (revised)
An Uneven Time it’s a new eyea droning’s view from some rooftop. someone cries, there’s a baby under the gooseberries. and iron wheels brake andscream on the rail lines, steam and smoke and ash. we wait inthis uneven time, and protect our ears from war’sunnatural pitch. for Twiglets “uneven time” and K’s Petite Pen image Image by Pixabay ©Misky 2022 […]
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26 June: Twiglet #284
Last Word on a Page They’re flapping with attitude.Incomplete thoughts.Each and every page.Dense and thorny. Lick your finger, and turn me, it pleads. It’ll lead you by the nose, thoselast words, or sothey think – most areerased, and never see ink. Written for Twiget #284. Image: Quick by Dieter Roth, 1965, Style: Neo-Dada. Fair usage. ©Misky 2022 Shared […]
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12 June: Twiglet #282
Bleached Silence What do you dowith the sort of silencethat fills the houseand hides in the walls.It’s at the windowand the door, it’smonkeys in your hair.What’s a woman to dowhen bleached silencewon’t listen anymore. for Twiglets #282 “Bleached Silence, The Philosopher. Silence by Nicholas Roerich, 1940. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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For Twiglet #278
Full of Light We sat under the cherry tree,lost in its leaves, lost in green,our fingers stained ruby. Fill 2 bowls for a pie, Mum said. Those days, layered between clouds,it was a time to embrace. It wasas it should be. Full of light. for Twiglet #278 ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting […]
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Twiglet #273 Across the Sky
Frost Writes a Cloudless Sky It’s a cloudless day. Frosted white.The apple tree’s still threadbare.As if I’ll remember that. The plate slipped from my hand,my eyes filled with time, as ifto stall, then fall, but I was too slow.It hit the floor. I wrapped the pieces in broadsheets,Sunday Times, as if time mendsa break, or […]
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