Month: Jan 2022
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V.1 Ch.1: Fractional
Originally posted on That's No Way to Wash a Dragon: I was given my first pocket money at the age of six. It was a fraction of money. A quarter of some number. A quarter of an apple, according to Mum who explained money by cutting up fruit. Apples, mostly – we had lots…
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That’s No Way To Wash A Dragon
Not daily, that’s for sure, but occasionally I’ll reblog posts (less than 150 words) to It’s a Still Life from a new prose-based blog. It’s called That’s No Way to Wash a Dragon, which although it makes me grin, is a rubbish title. It’s bound to change often and regularly. Changing a blog’s title doesn’t change…
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31.1.22 Pseudo Analytical
Pseudo Analytical I.I know a woman with a dusty atticof a mind. She picks apart her past. It’s like she carries Freud’s couchwith her wherever she goes, and she is best described asthat moment when dawn is lost. When doors go shutting.When pigeons bubble sounds. And I am her bag of spare parts. II.I dream…
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30.1.22 for GoDogGoCafe
PATHS Taking new stepson these same old stairs,time-heavied footfall wearsthem to a buffed-up bare. Take hold the balustrade,it’s made from an oak branch,lightning hit it quite by chance.So steady on. Steady on, because we’re all just dust.Just a January wheeze,taking steps that were,shall be, and must. Written for Go Dog Go Cafe’s Tuesday Challenge . Start with…
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29.1.22: I’ve Been Thinking
That’s No Way to Wash a Dragon I been thinking.Flash fiction that’snot fiction. A bit more than a haibun.But not exactly, and illustrated withmedieval manuscriptilluminations from The British Library’sMedieval Manuscripts Archive, andthe French National Library. Reblogged herefrom a new blog. As I said,I’ve been thinking … Image is from British Library Medieval Manuscripts Archive: Digital Illuminations .…
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29.1.22 Inherit Wings
INHERIT WINGS they woke entangled inpale light over pine and church.dew lingering on her lips,and scripture clingingon clergy tongues. The world is full of short sunrises and quick loving, but what will you do when dreams poke through like weeds … this fragile air,this paradise.cloudless as generosity.and they soared over their weeds,and inherited wings. Over…
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28.1.22 Owl on a Bare Branch
AN OWL ON A BARE BRANCH An owl standsand looks backward.Its face closed.Impenetrable.Distant. A freezing explanationhangs in its mouth. A mouse.Limp.Glossy black as the night. The owl turns its head away,wings lift,and it flies upand out of the night. Long-Eared Owl on Bare Tree Branch (c. 1905) by Ohara Koson. Image is in Public Domain ©Misky…
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On Vita Brevis Today
27 Jan/22: One of mine found a home with Vita Brevis Press today. It’s a lovely publication with a variety of images, poetry and prose. Information about their publication is at https://vitabrevisliterature.com Featured image “Room In New York” by Edward Hopper. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter
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27.1.22 The Waiting Room
THE WAITING ROOM She is myelderly neighbour.She sneezes.The roomgoes quiet, andthey stare at us. I burst out laughing. Not because they’re staring at us, but because I remember my father saying, “Look on the bright side. You can’t fail forever.” Image an extract of Hieronymus Bosch’s Garden Of Earthly Delights c. 1510-1515 Public Domain. ©Misky 2022 Shared…
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26.1.22: A Wednesday Haibun
“We’re doubtless as old as our mothers, thousands of generations waiting for the sunlight.”– Sunlight, Jim Harrison I’m as old as my mother, when she was my age. She was long-lived, into her 90s. Her mother was long-lived, too. Her grandmother lived longer than them both. Mum’s mother was married to a dentist. Her grandmother…
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