Tag: Poetry
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The Old Woman With No Cat (part 1)
The For Sale Sign (Part 1) (A Cat’s Crisis of Convenience) The cat sits on the Old Woman’s fence,tail twitching like rhythmic panic. “Do you see that?” he hisses, eyes wide as saucers.“A sign.A literal sign.Your neighbours are selling my secondary residence.” The Old Woman sips her tea.“It’s their house, cat.Not yours.” “Semantics!I have a…
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The Old Woman With No Cat (Part 2)
THE SEAGULL DEBACLE (Part 2)(A Lesson in Avian Betrayal & Feline Accounting) The seagull —whose name is Keithand whose morals are negotiable agrees to the terms: One dramatic dive,one defaced sign,one endless chip buffet. He swoops.He squawks.He… misses. The S in “FOR SALE” now bears a chalky, dubious streak.It reads: “FOR ALE.” The cat stares.“You…
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AprPAD — Possible Intro
This one may become the opening poem for a Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge chapbook. Domestic Constellations I look at my husband, smile as if this were stilla beginning. He has views.He is Danish. A Vikingin modern synthetics creased into the armchairwith his newspaper, dry as kindling,sparking onlywhen it suits him. We makean unlikely map: married…
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AprPAD — Day 25
Happiness Remixed the leaves lift,bounce— wind under a wing. blackbird singing,not to be seen, though its tunecarries. magpie lands, finds a mealin betweenblades of grass. it’s a dayfor openingall the windows. Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: Remix. Not all images are created using Midjourney, but all writing is my…
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AprPAD — Day 24
Of Those Who Leave Mike is dying. Slowly enoughto count by months. December, pneumonia.January,his gallbladder gone. I take Lindy out for lunch, an afternoon awayfrom the smellsof the sick room. We talkabout ordinary things. The afternoon is hersfor the asking. She stares past the door,into the hallway, but her thoughts stopwhere her fingersgrip the fork.…
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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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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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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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