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2404: A Thursday Door
Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on my love of doors of all sorts. I’ve trawled through my photos and found a few to share. Bushboy (Brian Dodd) also shares photos of doors from his his journeys. ©Misky 2022-2026 Shared on X #amwriting @bushboywhotweet and @DAntion
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2404: Liturgies of a 3rd Eye
Part 2: Liturgies for a Third Eye Liturgy for the Unpicking(for hands learning a new kind of sight) I. The Knot Does Not Know She Cannot SeeIt does not softenout of pity.It does not loosenits blind architecture. It waits,patient as stone,for her touchto learn its language. II. First ReckoningHer fingers fumble,a strangerin a darkened room.…
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AprPAD — Day 23
Wild Garlic (a juxtaposition poem) the creek runs deep in the gulley, sandbagged slopes. every winterit breaks its banks. I’m pickingwild garlic, tall stalks,white blossoms. then a dogsquats over the bestof it. Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: a juxtaposition poem. Image and poem ©Misky 2006-2026.
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2304: Ekphrastic Poem
Boy and the Candle he bends above the hour as if darkness were something fragilethat could be opened by hand. the candle is not large, yet gathers the whole roomto itself — a small white throat of fire. and the boy, eyelid and cheekbone, leans close enoughto borrow its breathing. light climbs his facelike thought:…
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Ten Things of Thankful
After a course of antibiotics, my cough has subsided; thankful for the relief — so I spent a morning enjoying birdsong, new growth pushing through the forest loam, beech leaves tinted sassafras-green, and felt renewed. I’m thankful for… I. Tuna casserole the way my mother used to make it — a thick layer of crushed…
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AprPAD — Day 22
Naturally Crow he soaks breadin the puddle, lifts it softto his beak. black coat,bright eye. then to the window — he waitsuntil I look. one tap. and gone. Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: Natural Not all images are created using Midjourney, but all writing is my own original work.…
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2204: Six Sentence Story
Part 9: Brigid’s Diary, The Market at Vienne To Bear Witness We stepped off the boat at Vienne, and the town met us with a quiet menace — uneven stones slick with thaw, my hems dragging through muck, Felreil’s boots slipping as if the ground itself had learned mistrust. Saturday market pulled us by the…
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AprPAD — Day 21
The Low Down she sweeps awaywhite blossoms from the neighbour’s tree, from its height,from its white burstin April — a cloudof lowly intent, like wrong wordsslipped intoa sentence. Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: high and/or low Not all images are created using Midjourney, but all writing is my own…
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2104: The Liturgy
Liturgy for Market Day at Vienne(where the living bargain and the dead witness) I. The Uneven WorldThe stone setts are uneven,not worn smooth by time,but accusing.Each misstep a reminder:you do not belong here.Your feet have not learnedthis city’s particular limp. Felreil’s boots slip in the persistent drizzle.My hems drag through muckthat smells of horses and…
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AprPAD — Day 20
No More Salt the windows are steamed. the kitchen smellsof roast turkeyand Brussels sprouts. mum is wearingone of my aunt’s aprons. “I’ll bring my ownnext time.” mum frownsat unnamed stains, at stiff rufflestoo close to her chin. she stirs the gravy,wipes her hands. adds another stain. and adds more salt when nobodyis looking. Written for…
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