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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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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…
