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Day 7: A Book Called Hunting for Stars for GoDoGo Café
A BOOK CALLED HUNTING FOR STARS … assuming that stars are black and white It might be a Friday,in a rainstorm,winter probably, and I’ll slip awayas you read me linesof century old poetry or proseabout humanity’s steps with answers why wedon’t have sinks full of time, and I’ll find…
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Q2 & Q6: The Sheepish Side of Imaginary Dreams
THE SHEEPISH SIDE OF IMAGINARY DREAMS We’re on the old roadto the sea.An afternoon driveagainst sharp winter sun. Dressed warm,a woolly jumper,thick socks, and old bootswith knotted laces. County roads and potholes. It’s like driving on a dinosaur’s back. And the car’s developed a chirp. It’s a prick in my ear, the sort of sound…
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dVerse Poets: Haibun Celebration
FAIT ACCOMPLI It might be dead, that tree, but we’ll not know until spring, but for now it’s full of winter-hungry chirping birds, and they’ve seen a baby snail climbing the finger of a twisted brittle twig. And that tree is a piccolo trill of celebration as that baby snail becomes a fait accompli. The…
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Day 6: JusJoJan: Anticipation
COLD COMFORT this winter frostis blameless,the icy creek won’t thaw.a nameless birdanticipates snow,and cold cutsbone and claw. Written for JusJoJan Day 6: Anticipation. Photo by Richard Hodonicky on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #jusjojan on Twitter
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Q5: How to Take the Hiss Out of a Snake
HOW TO TAKE THE HISS OUT OF A SNAKE Rain.It spillson the window,cursive writinglike hands knottedthat rememberthings I’ve alwayswanted to do. I once worked on an assembly line making flat-pack strawberry boxes. I just wanted someone to talk to while the boys were at school. But talking was forbidden, except during break. The moon.The stars.There’s…
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Day 5: A Book Called The Liar’s Dictionary for GoDogGo Café
THE LIAR’S DICTIONARY … assuming that the liar is weather because you would be forgivenits deception on those evenings when nature’s breath crinklesthe lake with shallow ripples and the moon is at its thinnestand streetlamps glow lime bright. Weather wrote the liar’s dictionary. For Go Dog Go Café . “The Liar’s Dictionary” The title…
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Q5: In and Out of an Imaginary Dream
IN AND OUT OF AN IMAGINARY DREAM A dream.And I wake with a pebble of an idealodged in my brain that there was a tablewith me on one side and on the otherthe unborn and dead. My babies lostbefore term, grandparents, my parents, a husband,three dogs, and that seagull that hitthe window like a stone.…
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Day 5: A Book Called Tastes Like War for GoDogGo Café
TASTES LIKE WAR …assuming war is tartar sauce Signed up and off he went to some place, who knows. I was in high school, always bought myself fries with tartar sauce for the walk home. Can’t eat tartar sauce without thinking of him.
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VV January 2022
The Abduction of a Forsythia-Yellow Duck Saturday night. Bath time. I am deep inrising puffs of steam, between warm breathof fog, lavender salts, and 11 o’clock. My legs, bitten by hot water, seembuoyant and drowning at the same time,and my toes are painted scarlet Sirens. Such wee beauties, my alluring tragedies.Sing, chorus of razor-sharp tonguesfrom…
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Q4: The Grimm Side of Imaginary Dreams
THE GRIMM SIDE OF IMAGINARY DREAMS There’s rolling fog, poison ivy, and there’s a woman in black with a nose like a bat and wings like rhubarb leaves, and there’s these seven little men wearing billy goat chins who juggle seven red apples between them. And my first grade teacher is dressed up like a…
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