Tag: Bloganuary
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15 January: Bloganuary and JusJoJan
A Breath of Gratitude Through two long years,the lavender bloomed,the thyme grew largeand hard, the oak treespulsed spring green, and my face still behind a mask. And it was several monthsinto autumn when I walkedinto a supermarket, inhaledscents of fruit instead of myslumped breath, and gratitudefilled my lungs as if newborn. And then a woman…
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12 January: Polishing
Dirty Windows Vinegar Water The Guardian Polishing windows Labour away last week’s weather Wax on – wax off – wax on Vinegar Water The Telegraph Polishing smears it’s a conservative effort Wax off – wax off Written for WordPress Bloganuary Day 12 “chores” (a political slant) AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4).…
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8 January: Bloganuary
Rooted My roots, you say, well I’ll tell you this: Dad’s only wish that summer was to catch that fish. Worms on hooks. Flies on lines cast in air. Right from the start he said, I’m smarter than any fish. But it hid in the tendril roots, gills breathing, nebulous green leaves like shade from…
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7 January: Bloganuary
You Can’t Outrun Squally Rain Outside a fisherman ties his dingy to the dock. He runs for shelter below a lean-to sheet of plastic, as if a person can outrun squally rain. Nothing compares, being chased by a tropical squall. I’ve sheltered in a cafe with plastic chairs and tables. I glance up at the…
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5 January: Bloganuary
Like Freud Said dreams are desires, unconscious thoughts, like hallucinations. a rehearsal for situations, and managing challenges, and I write to empty my head of all that kind of stuff. Written for Bloganuary “why do you write?” A Sevenling poem. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2022 Shared on…
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5 January: Bloganuary
The Joy Of It I remember sitting on my small wooden stool reading The Little Red Hen to my mum, and although I didn’t know how to read yet, I knew story by heart, and now I’m listening to my granddaughter who’s sitting on a small stool reading me a story, and although she can’t…
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