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29 June: Oracle Take 2
Charmed, I’m Sure I have a charm in my pocket.It’s self-soothing, and lazyas a drunken smile. A holistic secret for my pressed bones.And I play it like whimsy,like Bach’s cords. Cajole it like a sulky moon. It’s an old coinwith a queen’s head anda vague thistle. No worries. No ointments.And I am happy to letclear…
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28 June: Words from the Oracle
Whichever Way It Blows I share this housewith a man with a bad back, and a roof verge of crumbling cementthat drinks water and leaks like a drunk as the windtongues at the roof tiles. The man leaves doors open,dried leaves like giddy spooks flit across the floor, and mosquitoes, guiltlesslyhunt me at night. Flies…
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27 June: An Erasure Poem (revised)
He’s inthrough the open window. Dragging one leg. A cat, eyes crazy like you know what. This — gnarl of bone and fur. note: image changed and text revised. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Text sourced from Jaws, by Benchley, Peter. Digital Jaws. Pub. Pan 70, 2017. Image The Cat Who Became a Woman…
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27 June: An Erasure Poem
He’s inthrough the open window. Dragging one leg, andrang the bell. A cat, eyes crazy like you know what. This — gnarle of bone and fur. Note: This is entirely the wrong image for this one. Expect this one to be updated. I’ll post it anyway because so much ridiculous work and time goes into…
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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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The Old Woman and Expectations #4
About The Old Woman and Expectations #4 the old woman with no cat came to believe she was a stranger to herself. not that she was strange, she’d never admit that, although if she’d had a cat they would’ve discussed this endlessly as everyone knows a cat always has one ear open when both eyes…
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24 June: 14-Lines at 13:30
14-lines at 1:30pm HammeringMetal on wood on wood on wood.Good weather forConstructing a guest bed. Razor edge sun,Fresh air andInsects in and out and in, mostly. A bee’s busy as a bee should be inPink stocks on the table.Bouquet from the garden broughtFrom outside inside. In and out and in, and stillOn wood on wood…
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23 June: Mosquito
Sometimes You Don’t See It Coming There’s a mosquitoin this room, now it’sby the window,staring up atthe overcast and grey. It’s flying away its days and it doesn’t realiselife is short-term.Its faint voicebuzzes at the glass. Swat ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image by Hugovk on Flickr Commons, fair usage, some rights reserved.
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22 June: Three Lines #TLT
I.plungea spoon into rippling citrus creamsnow in June II.this teasmells like slugsand stings III.summer is floweringgoldenrod, and switchbladesthrough the paving stones IV.diamond lighta pool of morningin the hallway Three Line Thursday for Ink In Thirds. The word: yellow (but you can’t include that word). ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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21 June: That House
That House it’s for sale now,a wooden stake hammeredinto the ghost of pink climbing roses. she married a butcher.he did that thing that you alwayshope happens to someone else. he went out one afternoonfor a pack of smokes,and never returned. heart attack. a year later – she jumped,right off a multi-story carpark in town. nobody…
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