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13 November: The Rehearsal (Oldest Version)
The Rehearsal: Broken Epitaph there’s the conversationperhaps there’s rain and cold a broken story unfolds no I don’t know what they say,and does it matter anyway all those cracks in cords, those oaths,play 4 and then 4 again, play oneof those endless pieces with cracks in mirrors and soulsthat fall apart and then the music…
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13 November: Found Poetry
Light & Dark No wind blew in.No life from outside.And when you come out into sun,you knew light and darkness,and matters of the heart. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious,…
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Sunday’s Recommendation
Spira brings his readers on Breaking Boundries an engaging post about “Orphaned Land” – a revolutionary band in every sense; formed in Israel in 1991 by Kobi Farhi (vocals) and Uri Zelcha (bass). They are considered the pioneers of Oriental Metal…. Read More
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12 November: Found Poetry
The Cave With an aim to oneness,it was eros,it was madness. This longing,it darkened a person’s mind to a windowless cave. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in…
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11 November: Found Poetry
Fear is not exactly fear.It is alien.We can’t say what is filling us.Feel it and weep. Feel again,I am with its madness. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published…
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10 November: Found Poetry
The Light and Dark of It We will find gardens.Streams. Birds.For us, these beautiesare fire and light. Light and darkness – all is compatible.Switch on a lightand darkness vanishes. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life…
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10 November: 04 Völuspá
Mótsognir I, drawn of dread juices of flesh,born from Ymir’s breast and bone,and dreaded buzz of wings, I, dreaded spawn of blue bottles.Drawn from a maggot’s coddle.I, born under a constellationof blustery red … by the gods, I am Mótsognir who drank from the spumeand foam of courage and might.Who was the first born, lord…
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9 November: A Thursday Door
Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors of all sorts. I’ve trawled through my holiday snaps and found a few to share. ©Misky 2023 Shared on X #amwriting @bushboywhotweet and @DAntion
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9 November: Alone
No one should be alone,to move on a different plane,to live out these miles in rainwhere there is no end. 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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8 November: Love’s Palace
A frame of mind without a head.Or pillar.This is to burn love’s palaceAnd question ourselves. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
