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for Twiglet 151
for Twiglet #151 “Block of Text“, Found poetry from “The Book of Questions” by Pablo Neruda. ©️ Misky 2019
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MQ 05 and dVerse
MQ 05.1: Gypsy Moon T’was cool and dry as ancient silk, and bright as a lunar pearl. Its light poured into rooms, disowning all it touched. That moon shined on like a new religion, keeper of all I knew. By day it tucked away sheltered in my bed. MQ 05.2 We disappointed him. He…
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Day 02
MQ 02: Draft All Along the Watchtower a mother and her son hand in hand they stand in purple haze spilled from cars strewn on streets look right look left look right just focus, my son. and I hear Jimi Hendrix playing from the watchtower a mother and her son care and caution ever watchful…
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Day 01
Draft MQ 01 and PA 01 An Alpha Poem – And Where to Start and what might this pen create, what tempest of shade and paint, and why do dreams exist in pillows, and why must heroes always die, and who will stitch this quilt into a dying language of what and why and who…
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for VV: Vol. 7 Chapter 01
Sunsets Always Fade to Black The sky is my best memory of it, a reddish violet, sometimes lavender colour just before the brightness of streetlamps poured down sheets of luminesque. In the fog that light seemed like stardust from a galaxy far, far, far away, some place on the edge of my daydreams that played…
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28 October 2019
That Cat Would Say I eat cold tuna straight from the tin, bits of bird in brown gravy. The bird’s a chicken, I think. I didn’t catch it, so I can’t be certain. Who’s certain of anything these days. I’m the new cat on this street, I want to pick a fight. Maybe tomorrow. Not…
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27 October 2019
Random Thoughts of a Dachshund This bodes not well for me. ie., weenie and teenie and sausagie and now this stuffed facsimile toy. Get stuffed, I say. for PB “What a Dachshund says” Bloody Toy Soldiers I found your tin soldiers. In the loft. In a big box. Handwritten in broad red “Tin…
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It’s Boris at the Door
It’s Boris at the Door The front porch light is on, glaring yellow in the fog, and there’s a boy at my door. He flips the cover up on the mail slot, tilts his head for a better view inside and straight down the hallway. Hello? Hello, in there, he says, I’m here for candy.…
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