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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 …
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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…
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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.
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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…
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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…
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for Go-Dog-Go-Café: #TW
TRIGGER WARNING: #TW, This Post Relates to Suicide EVEN WITHOUT YOU I was too late.You’d already made your wayout of this world, beyond sins and intoa deep thicket. Darknesstrampledyour edges. Did you ever find somewhereto land – maybe a void beyond here to there. I remember you said, The moon’s obviouslya boat – a rocking…
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Nothing To Do With Anything
A Haibun: Nothing To Do With Anything Our town’s name has nothing to do with anything, like almost everything around here. Like Cowfold, they don’t fold cows. Or Handcross. Or Wychcross. Bear Green never had a bear. Or Pease Pottage, although that’s an exception, the soil clags-up like peas porridge when it rains. But we…
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For Twiglets #259: Cool Blue
All Those Blues There were tracesof blue all over her. Secretly blue.Iced blue. And on warm daysshe was chilled blue. Out-of-the-blueghostly blue. Even her shadowwas blue from cold. for Twiglet’s #259 Cool Blue. Needy Woman in Cold by Morteza Katouzian (Fair Use) WikiArt.
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The Winter People
THE WINTER PEOPLE This is winter’s astrophe. We’re stuck in a black and white fogbreathing thin air, breathing in a writer’s ache on blank sheets of white paper. It’s a silent semaphorelanguage that reducesthe sun to a small white stone. It’s…
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Published on Visual Verse Anthology
28 December: What a lovely way to close out this year’s submissions. Visual Verse Anthology published one of my ekphrastic poems today. Many thanks to their editorial staff for supporting my work. The poem may be read at A Stone Horse or Visual Verse Anthology.
It's Still Life 