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8 January: Bloganuary
Rooted My roots, you say, well I’ll tell you this: Dad’s only wish that summer was to catch that fish. Worms on hooks. Flies on lines cast in air. Right from the start he said, I’m smarter than any fish. But it hid in the tendril roots, gills breathing, nebulous green leaves like shade from…
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7 January: Bloganuary
You Can’t Outrun Squally Rain Outside a fisherman ties his dingy to the dock. He runs for shelter below a lean-to sheet of plastic, as if a person can outrun squally rain. Nothing compares, being chased by a tropical squall. I’ve sheltered in a cafe with plastic chairs and tables. I glance up at the…
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5 January: Bloganuary
Like Freud Said dreams are desires, unconscious thoughts, like hallucinations. a rehearsal for situations, and managing challenges, and I write to empty my head of all that kind of stuff. Written for Bloganuary “why do you write?” A Sevenling poem. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2022 Shared on…
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5 January: Bloganuary
The Joy Of It I remember sitting on my small wooden stool reading The Little Red Hen to my mum, and although I didn’t know how to read yet, I knew story by heart, and now I’m listening to my granddaughter who’s sitting on a small stool reading me a story, and although she can’t…
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4 January: Bloganuary
A Senryū Poem I hold no treasure But for what I keep safe In the depths of my heart A Senryū poem form, written for WordPress bloganuary Lost Treasure. AI Digital Art is mine, created using Midjourney’s bot (v4b) Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting
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4 January: dVerse Listening
Chesapeake Shores In the elsewhere of brightness and dark, rumble strip clouds are filled with quick talons and wings, and the sea-rippled calm from this serial view is not lost on the silence of God. Written for dVerse Poets. AI Digital Art: created using Midjourney’s bot (v4) Image and poem ©Misky 2023. Shared on Twitter #amwriting
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3 January: Bloganuary
Unscuffed Memories I can see it. A red brick house, hot to the touch come August. The lawn, cool and greened by the sweep of a sprinkler, and Dad’s black Ford Victoria, bought it the year I was born. White walls unscuffed, it was always parked in the driveway. He’d throw his spare coins into…
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Last photo on the Card
For Brian’s (bush boy) last photo of the month (and year) on my iPhone 13 Pro Max.
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2 January: dVerse Haibun
It’s late, but not late enough, and too early for stripping off the gold foil from that cork, and it’s surely too early for those warm weather gnats drawn to candlelight that nobody sees but leave you marked as meaningless meat, and there’s static tickling the innards of the old radio as we sway like…
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2 January: Bloganuary
I Tell Myself Be brave. Madness is more than a state of mind. It’s a way living. Think simply, and live simply. Be brave. Written for Day 2: WordPress Bloganuary “Bravery” AI Digital Art: created using Midjourney’s bot (v4b) Image and poem ©Misky 2022 Shared on Twitter #amwriting
