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  • 4 May: An Erasure Poem

    She was sinuousnessas a plastic shopping bag,a pair of underpants,or the twist of emotion. During April, I participated in a 30-day Found Poetry Challenge, sourcing text from the book Jaws by Peter Benchley. My method involved layers, changing the top layer’s opacity, and then erasing parts of that image to reveal text from the lower…

    Misky

    May 4, 2022
    Found & Remixed, Poetry
    found poetry
  • 4 May: The Allotment

    4 May: The Allotment

    Allotment If I wrote a book, I’d call it Allotment, andthere’d be a young woman who tendedher compost bin as if nothing else mattered.She’d wear a green frayed edge jumper. And there’d be a young man who dreamedof marrying her. They’d have lots of children,grow their own veggies, always organic,and keep hens that would eat…

    Misky

    May 4, 2022
    Poetry, Visual Verse
    ekphrastic poetry, Visual Verse
  • dVerse Quadrille #151

    dVerse Quadrille #151

    A Little Night Noise What is thatbuzz in my ear. That static in my head. White noise and nightgownsand old womenwho can’t sleep fromthe noise. Rattling hisseslike an old iron poton the boil. Just pour me intoa silent pocket of night. Written for dVerse Quadrille #151 “static” Image from Wikiart, Shape and Noise of Motorcyclist by Giacomo Balla,…

    Misky

    May 3, 2022
    dVerse, Poetic Forms, Poetry
    quadrille
  • 3 May

    3 May

    The ferns not quite unfurled. The hostas cupped open for rain yet to come. Two apple trees – one sans blossom, one a white blizzard of buzzing bees. The photo is mine. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter

    Misky

    May 3, 2022
    Journal, Poetry
    garden, Journal, Spring
  • 2 May: It’s Monday

    2 May: It’s Monday

    It’s MondayA day of laundrySlack clotheslines Candour of dying flowersPetalless tulipswith swollen heads My head seems neverquiet or silent, perhapsbecause it’s Monday ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image Seamstresses at Atelier Paquin, Paris, by Isaac Lazarus Israëls 19c WikiArt

    Misky

    May 2, 2022
    Journal, Poetry
    #may, #monthly journal
  • 1 May: A Return to Gold Grease

    1 May: A Return to Gold Grease

    Already the haired seeds of dandelions fly. Gathered and scattered and filling the air with their blurry truss. Wind-swimming a return to their greasy gold. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image from Unsplash

    Misky

    May 1, 2022
    Poetry
    Poetry
  • 4Bush Boy’s Last Photo on the Card

    4Bush Boy’s Last Photo on the Card

    1 May: Last photo taken in April with my iPhone for Bush Boy’s Last On The Card post. Sinigang-style veg soup with carrots, new potatoes, parsnips, white cabbage, daikon radish, tamarind paste, braised in a veg broth. That’s my husband’s thumb in the photo. Photo ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #food_photography on Twitter

    Misky

    May 1, 2022
    photography
    food photography, photography, the last photo
  • GloPoWriMo Day 30: A Cento Poem

    GloPoWriMo Day 30: A Cento Poem

    Te Dominus Amat (a cento poem) And Te Dominus amat was all you said.Like a dream that makes youwant to go back to sleep. Magnified applesappear and disappearwith shades and echoes of whispered vespers by a hissing lamp.Blue-horned beetles scratchagainst the night sky, and Te Dominus amat was all you said. Lines 1 and 10:…

    Misky

    Apr 30, 2022
    Found & Remixed, napowrimo, Poetic Forms, Poetry
    cento poem, found poetry, glopowrimo, napowrimo
  • New Chapter at Washing Dragons

    New Chapter at Washing Dragons

    Volume 1 Chapter 5.5 is available to read at That’s No Way to Wash a Dragon. A Fish Named Spot ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter

    Misky

    Apr 29, 2022
    Announcements, Poetry
  • GloPoWriMo Day 29: First 48 Hours

    GloPoWriMo Day 29: First 48 Hours

    A Poem After Frank O’Hara’s Why I am Not a Painter The First 48-Hours of Motherhood this small thing that shrieksand hollers, and shatters my edges it thinks it’s something vitallike rain or heaven what is it trying to say, never sureif it’s mad and sane, or stupid or not does its thoughts stretch as…

    Misky

    Apr 29, 2022
    napowrimo, Poetry
    glopowrimo, napowrimo
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