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16 The Found Poetry Project
I breathed empty airon Mount Athosand freezing wind. I saw children with names,and merciless mothers. They saidan affront that her childshould become a wild boar. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs 36-37) Wounded by Love, The Life…
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15 October: The Letter A
The Letter A I still hear the sound of a spoonagainst the side of a granite pestle. I’m in Mum’s kitchen.I wasn’t raised in this house,so it’s not our kitchen, and she tells me that she’sthe only one of her siblingswhose name doesn’t beginwith the letter M. Madeline,Margaret,Millie, and then of coursethere’s Robert. Mum says…
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15 The Found Poetry Project
SING I decided to leave.Disappear with a dry biscuitand freedom. Stick my head in a nightgale wilderness,and burst by throatin song. Oh god, my secrets. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs 32-34) Wounded by Love, The Life…
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15 October: Seige
A Black Coat tonight’s deep dark is shining tonight is a seeping melancholy it’s pure as the moon is clean bodies fragrant as the garden of edendreams emptied of sleep and death washed she’s at his grave – neither dead nor gone the ripe smell of paradisethe rise and fall of demonswar’s antiquity is overflowing…
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14 October: A Bubble for Tom
This is a bubble for Tom. His post tells all. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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14 The Found Poetry Project
Mystery Singing did not stop that evening. I lived amongst stars by heart,eyes open beyond far away. No longerto this earth orthese fragrant flowers. I fell in love with mysteryand its thousands ofsongs beyond number. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial…
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13 October: Flash Fiction
Camping The tent smells like vindaloo, Mum says. Dad’s rented a tent. We’re trying camping before he buys one. In case we hate it. He’s picked a spot located in nowhere, and my little sister is already whining that something’s bit her arm. And her chin. She only stepped out of the car 2-minutes ago.…
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13 October: The Muse
AI Midjourney artwork: The Muse Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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Friday 13th: The Siege
Drift Every day.It’s a wilderness of dust,debris blowing in like snowwhere the door used to be. I remember the flavour of food,sweet and sharp, I rememberfeeding blackbirds at the window, I’m too tired to open it now. I remember pine, and green leavesand raspberries, sunbeamson a sleeping dog. I wrapped myselfin someone’s wallpaper last night,just…
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13 The Found Poetry Project
An Unknown Secret fragrance flooded over me,simple and matter-of-factin its crystal purity voice. I was happy to be silent,its unknown secret. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs 25-27) Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St…
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