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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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AprPAD: 2 April
SPACES I. There’s a small space on my desk where a calendar sits. It takes up the whole year. II. There’s a space between my teeth that used to catch bits of meat so I became vegetarian. III. Move over. Give me some space, and let me grow, said the acorn to the oak. A…
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AprPAD: April 1
A Glimpse Over Yesterday for Poetic Asides Morning shines, despite all things that darken night. Last night’s splash of thunder and lightning’s lash of tongue. Puddles of rain and a pale breeze that spells of absence. Despite all things that darken night, the church bells ring to the swell of the sea, and wild garlic…
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A Gogyohka on Restlessness
A Few Observations on Restlessness I woke at 2AM writing poetry in my head I yawned and it was gone When I wake I’m greeted by a floater in my eye it bathes on a tide with every blink Yesterday I woke with a sea-legs and music in my ear – it’s high pressure I’m…
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A Poem in the Style of Raymond Garlick
ON BOGNOR BAY A Poem in the Style of Raymond Garlick Bognor Bay divided into two tongues. A spit of shingle tossed by salty lips, and a broad flat of sand where the wind sung high to seagull cries. Riggings rang on a whispering breeze, woodwind tunes and sea- borne souls. Restless feet floundered upon…
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