-
20 September: Idling Thoughts on a Road Trip
19.09.23 08:10The rain is a tantrum. It’s dashing itself against the window as if it were a ship on the rocks. He’s staring at it. It will pass, he says. You sound like Nostradamus, I tell him. Or Moses parting water. 08:15He’s still standing at the window. Looking. Rain and sea. Wind in syllables. This…
-
19 September: Idling Thoughts on a Road Trip
18.09.23 8:03Nobody on the beach this morning. A pitched wind; high seas. Not like yesterday’s sun and Sunday. There’s a scattered kaleidoscopic of litter. Left to blow away. 8:15Sails up. Jibs full. Hulls cut the waves, tack and turn. Out-pacing seagulls, who shout at the wind. 08:30My hair’s never been longer than my shoulder. I’ve…
-
18 September: Idling Thoughts on a Road Trip
17.09.23 07:53 (Kerteminde Denmark)There’s a man walking a small white dog on the beach – it hates waves and disappears into the long grass. Seagulls above, circling, searching for breakfast. Or the dog. Two women breast stroke against the Baltic waves. 8:20Those two women still dripping of Baltic, walk down the street wearing bathrobes and…
-
17 September: A Few Photos
Photos from Vester Åby, Lundeborg, Fjællebroen, and Hotel Schloss Wilkinghege in Münster Germany Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
-
17 September: Idling Thoughts on a Road Trip
16.09.23 07:50 (Münster, Germany)Breakfast: Birchers (overnight oats) made with yogurt and blueberries. It sticks to your ribs. He says, It’s also stuck on my t-shirt. 08:10“Oh, look,” he says, “there’s a young person! What’s he doing here?” I tell him, He’s probably selling walking sticks. It’s off-peak rates again. Pensioners on the move. Come September,…
-
16 September: Idling Thoughts on a Road Trip
15.09.23 05:10 (West Sussex)It’s autumn, dead end gardening, rose crush, rudbeckia rot, a grim faced dance, and the moon hangs like a fallen log. I’m not pleasant company before sunrise. 08:25 My granny, the one with the goats and white rabbits, was a herbalist. She said that hair is magic. Don’t let it fall into…
-
14 September: Undertones
Undertones He wants music,not just sounds,music found in every day things. Combustion that leaves smoke on your hands. The music of raindrops in an empty tin. Pots. Pans. Brooms, and metal tubes. Pen on paper. The music of small wordslike it, or at, or if, and autumn’s music in the beech trees,which are alreadyfalling out…
-
14 September: Announcement
I’ll be away for a bit. Two episodes of The Goatherder are scheduled, and I’ll pop in when wifi is available. Until then, Jeg tager dig med. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
-
13 September: Flashback to June
When It Was June All the cherries fell.Not from wind or ripeness,it was hail and rain. A substantial cropthat nature emptiedfrom the crowded branches. Summer burns the streets.Doors. Windows. Open wide.Grannies on the shaded stoop. I bought cherries that day.Rinsed them in cold water,and ate them as if my own. Lips.Fingers. Cherry-stained.Stones spat across the…
-
12 September: An Ekphrastic Poem
An Ekphrastic Poem: A Contemplative Man The sky is full of his thinking,he is an old soul, and communeswith the footsteps of ancestors. Metaphors float in olive oil,and chunks of bread for dipping.And like magic, his eyelids smile,and we fall into his eyes. Paint brushes in a chalice,sculpted metal, filamental freedom.Air fills with scented pages…
It's Still Life 