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“In bringing together both her visual art and her poetry, Sonja Benskin Mesher has each explain the other. And, yet, each also enlarges the other and perhaps we see our own actions a little differently, too.” Thanks Ricard Lingua and G Jamie Dedes​ , editors.

Three verses included….

Source: ::prompt::

.one week.

wet here. gave up gardening at four. slates slippy.
 looking forward. slightly anxious about the bus change as ever.
food. will eat most. small portions. do not drink alcohol  nor drinking chocolate  ever.

 forget what else you asked.
 shall like to walk about your area and go to a market. being with you both will be a treat.
bus times are the same. will text if we are delayed at all.
thank you.
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.royal oak. — sonja benskin mesher

Thanks Anisio Luiz Nogueira for blogging “Royal Oak” Much appreciated.

O LADO ESCURO DA LUA

they talked about churches, that they were miserable places. some of them. no heating. planning champing ideals. your turn to research…. sipped my coffee. of the diocese, googled how to spell it. listened on the open book, while here it is bound. closed. hidden in boxes. i was sent […]

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.royal oak.

they talked about churches, that they were miserable places.

 

some of them. no heating.

 

planning champing ideals.

your turn to research….

 

sipped my coffee.

 

of the diocese, googled how to spell it. listened on the open

book, while here it is bound.

 

closed.

hidden in boxes.

 

i was sent to a psychiatrist, eleven years old.

what do you expect?

 

was told i was fine, given a bible.

 

what did i expect?

 

maybe something better.

 

this book is tied.

 

I gathered the bread and left.

 

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. daily bread .

“A really beautiful poem, really enjoyed the way it ethereally shifts between hope and futility”

Thanks Halls Writing Forum. Oxford

sonja benskin mesher

yet we ran out, and no butter too.

it will be a daily thing, now the grass is cut,

now the leaves fall. have you seen the path,

a newer colour, gold. it is the lilac leaves

dying.

the plan is made this year, so each day,

a little while, we will rake and gather.

bag the leaves tidy, yet still hope

the wind will come and blow some

away.

it was a full day’s work yesterday.

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