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5 May: A Sensible Way
She felt very oldthat morning, fell victim toan illness of words, seeing and hearing thingsin bits and pieces, and wanting to put them togetherin some sensible way. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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dVerse Stages of Grief
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4 May: An Erasure Poem
She was sinuousnessas a plastic shopping bag,a pair of underpants,or the twist of emotion. During April, I participated in a 30-day Found Poetry Challenge, sourcing text from the book Jaws by Peter Benchley. My method involved layers, changing the top layer’s opacity, and then erasing parts of that image to reveal text from the lower…
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4 May: The Allotment
Allotment If I wrote a book, I’d call it Allotment, andthere’d be a young woman who tendedher compost bin as if nothing else mattered.She’d wear a green frayed edge jumper. And there’d be a young man who dreamedof marrying her. They’d have lots of children,grow their own veggies, always organic,and keep hens that would eat…
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dVerse Quadrille #151
A Little Night Noise What is thatbuzz in my ear. That static in my head. White noise and nightgownsand old womenwho can’t sleep fromthe noise. Rattling hisseslike an old iron poton the boil. Just pour me intoa silent pocket of night. Written for dVerse Quadrille #151 “static” Image from Wikiart, Shape and Noise of Motorcyclist by Giacomo Balla,…
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3 May
The ferns not quite unfurled. The hostas cupped open for rain yet to come. Two apple trees – one sans blossom, one a white blizzard of buzzing bees. The photo is mine. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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2 May: It’s Monday
It’s MondayA day of laundrySlack clotheslines Candour of dying flowersPetalless tulipswith swollen heads My head seems neverquiet or silent, perhapsbecause it’s Monday ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image Seamstresses at Atelier Paquin, Paris, by Isaac Lazarus Israëls 19c WikiArt
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1 May: A Return to Gold Grease
Already the haired seeds of dandelions fly. Gathered and scattered and filling the air with their blurry truss. Wind-swimming a return to their greasy gold. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image from Unsplash
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4Bush Boy’s Last Photo on the Card
1 May: Last photo taken in April with my iPhone for Bush Boy’s Last On The Card post. Sinigang-style veg soup with carrots, new potatoes, parsnips, white cabbage, daikon radish, tamarind paste, braised in a veg broth. That’s my husband’s thumb in the photo. Photo ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #food_photography on Twitter
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GloPoWriMo Day 30: A Cento Poem
Te Dominus Amat (a cento poem) And Te Dominus amat was all you said.Like a dream that makes youwant to go back to sleep. Magnified applesappear and disappearwith shades and echoes of whispered vespers by a hissing lamp.Blue-horned beetles scratchagainst the night sky, and Te Dominus amat was all you said. Lines 1 and 10:…
