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  • #8: Dali

      From the Frying Pan I cracked an egg into a frying pan. A big ol’ eyeball stared back at me. I blinked.Yes, it was just a yolk. How very Dalicious. for b. Edited Dali image from WikiArt. ©️ Misky 2019

    Misky

    Sep 9, 2019
    Poetry
    Dali
  • About Those Falling Stars

    When the First Star Fell … the clouds fled. That lone star, that fell. So free. A splash and then its ripple came, and the sea was quieted by the night. Shining starlight was its special gift. And no one knew — in the dark the sun exists.     written for PB’s “create a…

    Misky

    Sep 6, 2019
    Poetic Bloomings, Poetry
    falling stars
  • dVerse Inspired by Art

    Our Seeds we are autumn we are root and stem here, from where we’ve come a branch a limb our seeds grown will leave as they branch and seed will root to stem and so we are and so we shall.     for dVerse “Inspired by Art by Beverly Dyer“. Image “Autumn Collection” by…

    Misky

    Sep 4, 2019
    dVerse, Poetry
  • 2 September 2019

    AND ONE POTATO, TWO POTATOES, THREE And I say, 3 for you and 2 for me, and I’m serving up dinner, and you ask, Why do I get 3 and you only get 2, and I say, Because that’s the way it’s always been – Because I don’t need as much as you, and then…

    Misky

    Sep 2, 2019
    dVerse, prose
  • 1 September 2019

    Originally posted on The Journal: A RETURN TO SOCKS it’s morning, and I hear the train down in the valley. no clickety-clack or pull from a long whistle. we’re electrified. it’s the sound of speed slicing air that I hear, morning, noon, and night, until my ears hummm with sleep. fill with the sounds of…

    Misky

    Sep 1, 2019
    Poetry
  • Twiglet #141

    Biting Roots The weight of light is on my shoulders, this foreign land from where I came. Pale cliffs and alien air. This is where I am.     for Twiglets #141 “Questionable Ancestry” ©️ Misky 2019

    Misky

    Aug 28, 2019
    Poetry, Twiglets
    ancestry
  • for dVerse Quadrille

    Tasseomancy I. In a teacup where leaves twirl a dervish in golden fluid of circular skirts, rolling and roiling from a devotional pot of clay deeply red from where life began evergreen, and fortunes foretold from depths of bone china, tranquil tea. A gypsy’s fortune told. II. In a teacup where leaves twirl a dervish…

    Misky

    Aug 27, 2019
    dVerse, Poetic Forms, Poetry
    quadrille
  • Found Simple

    SIMPLE And no, for anyone wondering, I left out things which haven’t been … left out. Things not included. For example – freshness. And the fridge. Getting ice cream rolled on your thigh, well, a chicken then. O’ joy – a crazy-person for supper. That being said, you might as well be a lazy cook,…

    Misky

    Aug 23, 2019
    Found & Remixed, Poetic Bloomings, Poetic Forms, Poetry
    #foundpoetry
  • Twiglet #139 & #140

    …in a field of salty brown wheat you stand you wish your heart was as open as this mile wide view     Twiglet #139 and #140 and dVerse “Smoke and Mirrors” ©️ Misky 2019

    Misky

    Aug 22, 2019
    dVerse, Poetry, Twiglets
  • 20 August 2019

    Originally posted on The Journal: Dogwood I still hear her sticky voice in the tree near my bedroom window. Words tangling in the limbs and twigs, the leaves twitch. Mum is a breeze of complaints, “That girl couldn’t find her way out of a dead end.” And the neighbour nods, adding it isn’t easy being…

    Misky

    Aug 20, 2019
    Poetry
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