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AprPAD: Day 10
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/614999828479590400/found-on-10-april/embed Two Haynaku: I. Breaking Out Bells Jingle on Horses wearing hats In The Noiseless Glitter of sun. II. The Colour of Days Yesterday’s The same Colour as today. Sun Shining on Our pale faces. Same Scent. Same Walk and talk. Today’s The same Colour as white. A Haynaku…
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AprPAD: Day 9
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/614919941177720832/found-9-april/embed Lock-Down Lately, I spend too much time standing at the window looking out at a static view. I hear myself breathe. I hear wind. I hear birds. The postman wore blue latex gloves today. Passed us by. No mail. No cautious fingers to prod envelopes open. I heard on the radio that people…
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AprPAD: Day 8
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/614825758126456832/found-on-8-april/embed A Poem Beginning with a Line by Sylvia Plath “Yet, in my wintriest moods,” – when the season is a meanest deceit and the sky habitually hangs monochrome, truly, nothing cheers me more than the first crocus blooming yellow. NaPoWriMo Day 8: A Poem Beginning with a Line by …. …
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dVerse Quadrille #101
Unravelling Without Explanation Draw closed your curtains in my dreams, where satin stones skip on shallow bones. Tongues of falling stars, they ignite spinning tunes that shelter tumbling notes. Pluck my ticking clock. Draw me close into your folds, come near and sit weary-sorrow next to me. dVerse Quadrille #101 “Close” ©️ Misky…
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AprPAD: Day 7
Today I Shall… learn to breathe. breathe into my bowels, and exhale like an aria breeze off the sea cliffs. I shall learn to heave and breathe as if feral, breathe as if tracking a rotting-brachish scent. and when this virus has left us, I shall, with luck, and god willing, breathe for all those…
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AprPAD: 6 April
The Poeming: Day 6 https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/614640511245041664/found-on-6-april/embed I. Sun Trap down there in the lower third, where the purple-brown grapes grow, and the March wind flows like a river, down there where four leaf clover always grow, and grey squirrels hide acorns between the strawberry plants is a sun trap that denies a winter day its chill.…
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AprPAD: 5 April
for Visual Verse Every time we drive over this flyover I say the same thing. You see, I was born here, well down there actually, in my parent’s bedroom although my auntie claims I was born in the bathtub. And a bit short of a year, I took my first steps down there. Fell down…
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5 April 2020
Originally posted on The Journal: reH pum naH I am an old tree. Apple most likely. I could tempt a head into a turn years ago. My mother once said, “Where’d you get that cute little arse.” I see Mum when I look in the mirror. Well, not really; she’s dead, but there are laughable…
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AprPAD: 4 April
Day 4 PA: “Wish” War Reflections on the St. Stephen’s College Massacre In a corner of the old church yard, next to that tombstone that’s drifting deep into damp peat, there’s a small plaque beside the Yew tree remembering a child killed in Hong Kong on Christmas Day 1941. I wish him God’s speed and…
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AprPAD: 3 April
Following On Washed and refilled the birdbath today. Chaffinch arrived. Took a drink. Bathed. Left behind a rose-coloured feather. Then crows. Three of them. Fighting. Water level dropped by half. Then a pigeon. Wings lifted for airing. A tidal splash flooding the tulips and emptied the birdbath. Another day unravelling. https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/614368794294550528/found-on-3-april/embed PA…
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