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2504: Journal of SenHai
Senryuafter all that rainthe sky apologisesin seven colours Haikurainbow to the seadark clouds loosen into lighttideways gleam again Written for Saturday SenHai #49 . image by Kym Ellis – Unsplash.com ©Misky 2006-2026.
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AprPAD — Day 25
Happiness Remixed the leaves lift,bounce— wind under a wing. blackbird singing,not to be seen, though its tunecarries. magpie lands, finds a mealin betweenblades of grass. it’s a dayfor openingall the windows. Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: Remix. Not all images are created using Midjourney, but all writing is my…
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2504: Violet’s Phraseology
Elena found the letter tucked behind Dad’s war medal. “When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth,” she read aloud. Inside was her mother’s handwriting …thin, slanting, frightened. To my beloved Elena,I did not leave you. There were pages after that: signatures, witnesses, the legal theft of a child. At the…
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AprPAD — Day 24
Of Those Who Leave Mike is dying. Slowly enoughto count by months. December, pneumonia.January,his gallbladder gone. I take Lindy out for lunch, an afternoon awayfrom the smellsof the sick room. We talkabout ordinary things. The afternoon is hersfor the asking. She stares past the door,into the hallway, but her thoughts stopwhere her fingersgrip the fork.…
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2404: A Thursday Door
Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on my love of doors of all sorts. I’ve trawled through my photos and found a few to share. Bushboy (Brian Dodd) also shares photos of doors from his his journeys. ©Misky 2022-2026 Shared on X #amwriting @bushboywhotweet and @DAntion
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2404: Liturgies of a 3rd Eye
Part 2: Liturgies for a Third Eye Liturgy for the Unpicking(for hands learning a new kind of sight) I. The Knot Does Not Know She Cannot SeeIt does not softenout of pity.It does not loosenits blind architecture. It waits,patient as stone,for her touchto learn its language. II. First ReckoningHer fingers fumble,a strangerin a darkened room.…
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AprPAD — Day 23
Wild Garlic (a juxtaposition poem) the creek runs deep in the gulley, sandbagged slopes. every winterit breaks its banks. I’m pickingwild garlic, tall stalks,white blossoms. then a dogsquats over the bestof it. Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: a juxtaposition poem. Image and poem ©Misky 2006-2026.
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2304: Ekphrastic Poem
Boy and the Candle he bends above the hour as if darkness were something fragilethat could be opened by hand. the candle is not large, yet gathers the whole roomto itself — a small white throat of fire. and the boy, eyelid and cheekbone, leans close enoughto borrow its breathing. light climbs his facelike thought:…
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Ten Things of Thankful
After a course of antibiotics, my cough has subsided; thankful for the relief — so I spent a morning enjoying birdsong, new growth pushing through the forest loam, beech leaves tinted sassafras-green, and felt renewed. I’m thankful for… I. Tuna casserole the way my mother used to make it — a thick layer of crushed…
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AprPAD — Day 22
Naturally Crow he soaks breadin the puddle, lifts it softto his beak. black coat,bright eye. then to the window — he waitsuntil I look. one tap. and gone. Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: Natural Not all images are created using Midjourney, but all writing is my own original work.…
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