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1706: Everywhere Poems
Witness A blue vein ran throughmy grandmother’s hand, blue as a horizon. As a childI’d glance awayfrom its small tentacle and look insteadinto her eyes, which on Mondaywere green and by Fridaywere blue. Dad’s eyeswere like that. Mum would jokethey were evil and he’d glance upand grin. My eyes are brown. Except when they’re green.Green…
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1606: Brigid’s Diary – A Six
Part 13, Brigid’s Diary: The Abbey of Saint-Roman Beaucaire, July 1836, Camouflage The Beaucaire Fair moved like the Rhône in flood, bodies and bargains braiding into one slow current, and Felreil folding his foreignness into the merchants’ black coats and polished leather while quick fingers rehearsed their small rebellions at the height of a purse.…
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1506: Journal of Thoughts
Yellow Prophet This branchholds him long enough to sing.He ignites the air with brightness —a promise.A practice. Even the leaveslean in. Written for Sadje’s What Do You See #345. Image credit; Mark Olsen. Poem ©Misky 2006-2026.
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1506: The Liturgy
Part 13: Liturgy for the Beaucaire Fair(for those who buy and those who are bought) I. The Commerce of CrowdsThe fairground swallows them whole.Brigid and Felreil, two more bodiesin the great migration of need and greed. Trestle tables groan under linen and lace,under knives that promise to never dull,under potions that promise to never fail.Merchants…
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1406: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: Sunday Afternoon Mr Whippyis in the neighbourhood. Pop Goes the Weaselechoes from red brick,through open windows. Ice cream weatherhas returned. The sun is shining again. The tune drifts on,turning corners,finding gardens, opening old summers. By the timeit fades, the street is sweeterthan before. Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
Maybe Later (Or Curses for Neighbours) Part One: The InvasionThe cat sits on the windowsill,tail rigid,ears flat,watching the moving vandisgorge strangers into his territory …the house that was once his,before the vowel-less traitorsfled to Bwlchgwyn, Wales,thinking he wouldn’t find them. “Fools,” he mutters.“I am cat.I am eternal.I am territory.” The Old Woman sips her tea.“They’ve…
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1306: Journal of SenHai
Senryuthe puddle wins outevery grand adventure startswith dirty feet Haikuyoung elephant playsevery puddle is certainit is an ocean Written for Susi’s SenHai Saturday #56 ©Misky 2006-2026.
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Ten Things of Thankful
Not a stellar week: started off with a tummy virus that wore me to the bone. A few days of that, and then it was gone. Then the rain and wind. A few days, and then it was also gone. So here’s this week’s 10 things for which I’m thankful, and trust me, it required…
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1206: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: The Heatwave The neighbours assemble on Facebook.That house with no lawnmower.Number 41, someone says,with the dog.That barks. Dogs bark,another says. I’d like to complainabout feral cats — that comment isanonymous. The pink peonies are as big a soup bowls. Foxgloves toweringbeneath the apple trees. He sits with one leg crossed,scrolling Facebook,reading me…
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1106: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: A Waiting Wind scrubbing curry stainsfrom the kitchen sink, I remembered Flensburg. we stayed a week —waiting for wind. books.walks.the Baltic. Funny, how many thingsin lifewon’t move until something invisiblearrives. Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a starting point and follow wherever attention leads. It’s — go for a walk…
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