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  • Day 4: A Book Called “Crying in H Mart”

    Day 4: A Book Called “Crying in H Mart”

    CRYING IN H MART … and assuming crying’s not a laugh, Love can happen in a hyper-market. There with the waxed juiceless limes, and the fish shimmering like paint, and the brined and rotting eggs with their shells cracked and dyed in tea, and a girl’s tears dropping like heavy pearls when he asks her…

    Misky

    Jan 4, 2022
    GoDogGoCafe, Poetry
    #GoDOGGoCafe  #GreatReadsPromptChallenge
  • Q3+1: The Café of Imaginary Dreams

    Q3+1: The Café of Imaginary Dreams

    TWO EGGS OF IMAGINARY DREAMS My waitress …             is it still waitress or is it             a waitperson now… is standing over meand staring across the street.I think she’d ratherbe working over there. And she says,You ready to order? She shifts from one foot…

    Misky

    Jan 4, 2022
    Miz Q, Poetry
    amwriting, jusjojan
  • Q3: Children’s Menu at the Café of Imaginary Dreams

    Q3: Children’s Menu at the Café of Imaginary Dreams

    The Autistic Children’s Menu at the Cafe of Imaginary Dreams It’s the nuggets.Always the nuggets.No sauce.He hates sauce. Can I substitute saucefor waffles, he asks.May I, says his mother.Yes you can, says the waitress. And he hates all the noise.It’s always the noise.Knives and forks and platesand the chewing chewing. May you turn off the…

    Misky

    Jan 4, 2022
    Miz Q, Poetry
  • Quickly’s Day 3: The Sounds of Imaginary Dreams

    Quickly’s Day 3: The Sounds of Imaginary Dreams

    Prose: The Sounds of Imaginary Dreams It was either the Goodwill or the Salvation Army, the later being situated on a steep slope toward the lake, and the former making no impression on my memory whatsoever. It was where I bought my first radio. It was silver. Dad painted it blue, from the same pot…

    Misky

    Jan 3, 2022
    Miz Q, Poetry
  • Day 3: The Book of “Playlists for the Apocalypse” for GoDogGo Café

    Day 3: The Book of “Playlists for the Apocalypse” for GoDogGo Café

    PLAYLISTS FOR THE APOCALYPSE             or when there’s salt stirred into your tea Gimme shelter from undead,and their reanimated insects.From ash-heaped histories,and your bad moons rising, from the subterranean bluesdripping off your shoulders,from the holy water in your iron,& bubblegum stuck in my hair. But here’s the script.    …

    Misky

    Jan 3, 2022
    GoDogGoCafe, Poetry
    #GreatReadsPromptChallenge, amwriting, GoDogGoCafe
  • Day 2: The Book of “Chasing Me To My Grave” for GoDogGo Café 

    Day 2: The Book of “Chasing Me To My Grave” for GoDogGo Café 

    January 2022 It’s Not Time … chasing me to my grave,             after all, my mother lived to 94,             and my grandmother to 100.             It’s the inevitable sadness             should I outlive  …

    Misky

    Jan 2, 2022
    GoDogGoCafe, Poetry
    #GreatReadsPromptChallenge, amwriting
  • Bloganuary Day 1

    Bloganuary Day 1

    TEN THINGS I’D TELL MY MUCH YOUNGER SELF 1.She will make you a donkey, though she says it’s a bear, and you’ll name it Cedric, (go ahead and spell it with an S if that’s what you want). You’ll take him with you everywhere, and his ear will fall off. 2.You’re the only one you’ve…

    Misky

    Jan 2, 2022
    Miz Q, Poetry
    #bloganuary
  • Day 1: The Book of Difficult Fruit for GoDogGo Café

    Day 1: The Book of Difficult Fruit for GoDogGo Café

    1 January 2022 It’s “The Book of Difficult Fruit” … assuming that fruit arefrightened children trying to understand howlove is the back of a hand. Day 1: The Title of Book is the Title of your poem today at Go Dog Go Café GoDOGGoCafe  ©Misky 2021 Shared with #amwriting and #apoemaday #GreatReadsPromptChallenge ©Misky 2022 Shared on Twitter.

    Misky

    Jan 2, 2022
    GoDogGoCafe, Poetry, Prompts
  • 1.1.22: A Stream of Consciousness

    1.1.22: A Stream of Consciousness

    A Stream of Consciousness: The Winds of Change No, please, ladies first…Those were the days when the world held the door open for you, when a seat was proffered to a woman of a certain age, meaning that age when you shouldn’t ask because she might’ve forgotten (…like did I turn 70 this year or…

    Misky

    Jan 1, 2022
    #SOCS, Poetry
    amwriting, apoemday, josjojan, socs
  • Hidden Letters in a Sock Drawer

    Hidden Letters in a Sock Drawer

    Hidden Letters in a Sock Drawer Windermere peaks are a perfect place to cry, I tell her.And she is. A calm breeze rocks our small boat,this lake where poets and writerscome to live. And create. And die. The air is on the edge of lifeless, and the sun catches on Mum’swedding ring that hangsloose on my…

    Misky

    Jan 1, 2022
    Poetry
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