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24.1.22 Luminous Chaos
Luminous Chaos Darkness has a differentlight around here,you can see cloudscrushing against one another.The breeze pushes them alonglike kinetic sheep,and wind announcing itselfthrough invisible gapsin the windowsill.It sounds transient,like a train’s last gasp,wet, metallic and moaning. The wind seems to blowdarker than deep January. Image: January Thaw, Edge of Town by Lawren Harris, 1921 (public…
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23.1.22 Go Dog Go Cafe Haibun
It’s a sort of mid-January middling-damp. It’s drizzly. Dwet. Grey. Dwippy. Like cornflake-sog in a puddle of tepid milk. It’s January when people feel entitled to leave the dwishes and coffee cups on the twable for some other dweeb on a dwet day to clear away. And I’ve been thinking about that word ‘grumpy’ –…
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22.1.22: Herniated Disks and Other Mischiefs
To Hell ‘n Back It’s a herniated disk, you see. Nope, I didn’t do a thing. It just happened. Sitting on a chair, eating dinner. Then pop. And I can’t sleep. I’m trying not to move. Every twitch, stabs. And I notice that the street light licks the bedroom wall a silent grey, a smeared…
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21.1.22 GoDogGo Cafe Version 2
Where We Can Begin Again Return. New light of daywhen night slips offlike the skin of a soul, it keeps shadows from creeping up behind us,like black cats on our path. We’ll rise with the sun,bleat arrows into heaven’sblankness between stars, and whisper simple sighsand hum our satisfaction.We dream of ocean waves that break in…
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21.1.22 Where We Can Begin Again
There’s an updated version of this post for GoDogGo Cafe : Tuesday Writing Challenge . Photo by Karim MANJRA on Unsplash ©Misky 2022 Shared with #godoggocafe #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter
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19.01.22 We Call It Home
We Call It Home This place,this English coastwhere cliffs jut out bonesand prehistoric coloursoversleep in silt, and wherestorm-carved boulders mimicheroes’ heads,and alternate worldslive beneath the sheenof sea, here in this place wherewind cycles into ditchand fells, andstars top the sky likespilt milk. This place is home. Inspired by Linda Hill’s Prompt 18 January #JusJoJan “cycle” Photo by Ana Paula…
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18.1.22 dVerse Thesaurus Day
Tsunami The pebbles rolland wheel,and blabber in its foreign tongue. It’s a weedy pitched language,an unfamiliar voice ofwaves pullingat the beach’s happy aspect.And then it cackleswith laughter. Foam dribbles off sleeves of kelp,unhingedfrom the pier,a wave draws back breathand swells again. And then it gurgles death’s rattle,fighting an ebb retreat,and seethes. Written for dVerse #ThesaurusDay using the…
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Day 18: He and I and Buttons
He & I – a World Covered in Buttons We take a brisk walk in the forest.Pine air.Mud singsin the rubber soles of our shoes. A euphoric dog slips in and outof rust-dried bracken, its tailcycling the air for balance. Cold haunts the shadows here.it’s sodden and bare, one expectsit in January after sliding rain.…
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And Suddenly It’s Monday
AND SUDDENLY IT’S MONDAY Pick a childhood memory, he says. “Beatles. Hello Goodbye” I don’t even hesitate. Late 60s are vivid in my head. It redeemed itself as timeless, I tell him, and it was playing as the turkey roasted in the oven, bread stuffing spilling out and on the verge of catching light. And…
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16.1.22 Sunday Muse
ALWAYS REMEMBER RULE #1,023 I need glasses. The ones on your nose. In front of your eyes. To see stuff, though most of it’s quite forgettable. But there’s no equivalent for forgetfulness. The proof is hypotenuse – I’ve forgotten everything about it. Well, almost. I do remember it’s nothing to do with peridot-green moss on…
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